I feel like I’ve been weeping all week. (I’m getting too emotional in my old age…)
On a rainy Sunday afternoon at Swarthmore, we had 25 students show up to hear a mission doctor talk about her 20-year experience as one of 5 OB/GYNs in Malawi. Afterwards, several students told me that they came to the talk because this is exactly what they want to do with their lives.
On Monday, I got a call from one of the students I work with that he had been accepted to an elite MD-PhD program. This young man grew up in an immigrant family so poor that his father collected and recycled cans from the trash to earn money.
On Wednesday, I heard a Swarthmore senior’s presentation about his summer internship in his native Haiti, assisting a surgeon in a rural clinic. I remember when this student was a freshman, so shy that he would barely speak above a mumble. And now here he was, commanding the attention of a room filled with students, professors and alumni, speaking with humor, passion, humility and authority.
On Thursday, I heard from a sophomore that he had received a grant to initiate a project in rural China, to address preventable blindness by arranging and funding simple cataract operations.
So when we think about college drinking and other shenanigans, let’s also keep these students in mind.