"Her dream will be a reality and she can learn to read..." Distribution Report from Honduras.

Thanks so much to our partner in the field for this powerful, testimony straight from Honduras.
Reina lives in El Ocotal Tupido, Santa Barbara and since her birth she has had problems in her feet. When she didn’t walk until she was two, the professionals detected that she had a form of osteoporosis. 

Reina desired to enter Kindergarten but was limited by her immobility and spent a lot of time on the floor.  With the wheelchair she can now rest a little more and will be able to enter Kindergarten this year. 

Reina is very thankful to God and those that made it possible for her to have this blessing, because now her dream will be a reality and she can learn to read, write and prepare for her life.  

“Right Bus, Right Time.” Distribution Report from Malawi!

Thanks so much to our partner in the field for this powerful, testimony straight from Malawi.

I was on the way from the Namikango Mission to Thyolo.  I got out of the truck that had given me a ride, and almost immediately a minibus stopped directly in front of me.  The conductor asked where I was going. This bus was going the same direction. I was not in a hurry to jump into the bus, as I had not eaten anything since morning and it was nearly 5.00 P.M.  I was really hungry, and I wanted something to eat before proceeding another 56 kilometers.

The minibus conductor needed the fare, so he pleaded for me to jump into his bus.  The man even decreased the bus fare by 10%. Still I felt I should not jump into that bus. I went to a nearby grocery to get something to eat.  There would be many more buses, and I was certain I would still get a lift on another bus.

I went to the shop, taking my time. Finally it was time to go outside and find a ride.  A few meters from the shop another minibus drove up and stopped. A man from this bus was trying to persuade me to jump into his bus, and the conductor who had talked to me earlier came to where I was standing, and pleaded that I go on his bus. I could not believe this minibus had been waiting for me all this time. I felt that I had no option but to yield to the man who had waited for me, and even lowered his fare by 10%. As soon as I was on board the bus started off.  There had only been room for one more passenger. Little did I know of the importance of what the conductor had done, or the importance of my decision to choose this particular bus out of all of those who were passing along the road that night.

After traveling for 12 kilometers, the bus stopped, and some people got off. There was someone sitting next to me who also getting off at this point, and this gave me an opportunity to be closer to a man who had been two spaces away from me. The bus started up and sped to another stopping point.

At this location, the man on my right hand got off the  bus. It was only then that I realized the man was crippled.  He crawled out of the bus on his hands and knees, and continued on his hands and knees into the people milling around.  I watched in disbelief.  In moments I knew the reason behind my entire trip was being summarized by the crawling, crippled man.

I had left my place early in the morning on the way to Namikango to collect some wheelchairs for crippled people.  The wheelchairs had been handed over to me by the good graces of the Malawi Project, the Namikango Mission, and the Free Wheelchair Mission.  While I was thinking of trips to villages looking for people who would benefit from these wheelchairs, just there right before my eyes someone was crawling.  The message was clear.

I immediately requested that the minibus driver stop for a few more minutes, while I rushed after the crippled man. I obtained the particulars of his physical address, and contact number for his next of kin. There was little time to chat but I assured him that I was going to come and visit him in the near future.  As I got back into  the  bus  I could  not  help  but  thank  the Lord whom I felt had sent  His angels to persuade me to catch that particular minibus.

Three weeks later, I had managed to organize transport, and picked up a wheelchair to deliver to the crippled man, a Mr. M. Chamba.  We drove right to the place he had been dropped the day I met him.  I looked around, searching for him, and eventually found his wife. The poor woman did not know what it was that I had for him, but in faith they sent someone with a bicycle to fetch her husband and bring him to a shopping center. The van I had used had been parked next to a supermarket.

Mr. Chamba arrived, little suspecting who it was that wanted to see him. I reminded him where we had met, and that I had assured him I was going to visit him.  He had no words and gazed in disbelief as I handed him the gift of a wheelchair from The Malawi Project.

Dr. Smith Chibaka & Richard Stephens



   Mr. M Chamba and his wife  -Bvumbwe,  Malawi.  



Thanks so much to our partner in the field for this powerful, testimony straight from Liberia.

LEM is pleased to present a report of its recent distribution of wheelchairs in Liberia, West Africa. During this past Christmas season, families, friends, loved ones, and the recipients rejoiced and praised the Lord for providing mobility to the disabled.

This report will focus on Little Dixon Buu.

Little Dixon Buu, now 8 years old, has been disabled since his birth.

The parents had no means of seeking medical attention for Dixon.

Little Dixon has been crawling in the dust wherever he goes around his home. Dixon’s parent had not even dreamed of any means of providing a wheelchair for him.

Dixon had the desire to move around the community and have fun with other children. Dixon had the desire to one day go to school; but the reality was so far away.

On December 26, one day after Christmas, the story changed for Little Dixon, his parents, family members and the community. I cannot hold back my tears as I  imagined the event when the parents saw as Dixon was lifted from the dust and helped into his wheelchair.

His joyful mother, (in red & black lappa-suit dress) said,

“I am happy because my son will no longer be crawling in the dust.”  

She and many others praised the Lord for this wonderful gift.

Wheelchair inflames the thirst to live in a mother’s heart.

Thanks so much to our partner in the field for this powerful, testimony straight from Vietnam

“I will spend the rest of my life to travel to look for my son”, the poor old woman said to me with her smiley eyes which rised up my incident curiosity.

More questions were made during her confidence. Her name is Huynh Thi Phuong, 71 years old. She has three sons but living alone right now. Her eldest son died in his teenage years for heart disease. The second one died six years ago also with the same reason. The old poor mother shared while her hands kept wiping the tears fighting to fall down on her weather-beaten face. “My youngest son is the only reason keeps me to live this life. The sorrow of time after time watching my dear children leaving seemed to kill me but I wasn’t satisfied to leave my youngest boy lived his invalid life lonely to death. My son is 27. He is born with cerebral palsy. He cannot talk properly but can walk limpingly. He also has mental problem so he forgets me sometimes. I can’t count how many times he left home and I had to strenuously to find him. Last year he left home again. I had to go everywhere to look for him. One day while I was wandering on a street looking on every single of its alleys like a crazy person to look for my son, I got hit by a motorbike and my kneecaps broke. I cannot walk properly since the accident.  Over a month lying on the hospital bed I have tried to kill myself many times but not successful. Following the advice of the doctors and the kind patients in the same room I decided to carry on to keep looking for my little son. After leaving the hospital I tried to practise walking everyday with a feeble hope as my old age makes my bone unable to get a good recovery. Lately, people in the village told me there would be some charitable organization coming to give wheelchairs for free has inflamed the thirst of living in my heart. With a wheelchair I will keep travel to look for my son.

Thank you very much for such meaningful and giant help of your organization”.

It is so moved by the example of a piteous mother lives and dies for her children. And it’s so proud to know that our wheelchair has become a real gift of mobility and a fellow-traveler to take the poor miserable mother on over her road to look for her missing child. I said good luck to the woman, gave her a big hug and my number so that she can call to let me know when she finds her son.