17 month old Mohamed, admitted to Mercy Hospital with severe anemia caused by malaria, would die if he didn't receive a blood transfusion, but his O negative blood type is extremely rare and none of his family members could donate.  ​Nurse Karen Hall, who was serving with the July UMVIM team, shares his blood type and gladly volunteered to donate. The family was so grateful to Karen, who truly saved their son's life.  Read Karen's story: 

"I was all set to go on our team's second medical outreach.  I had some time on my hands, so I was visiting with (Medical Programs Field Director Specialist) Kim Sprout at the MTC.  Gary, our team  doctor walked in pointed at me and said, "what's your blood type?"  I told him O negative and he looked like he had seen a ghost.  He explained that there was a baby with severe malaria and needed a transfusion.  It was virtually impossible to find O negative, and if they found it, it would not make it to Mercy in time to save the baby.  Apparently only 7% of the world's population has 0 negative blood type. Gary was not expecting any of the team to be a match.  Gary asked me if I was willing to donate, and of course I was.  Anyone on our team would have been.

Gary said he would let Mercy know and let me know what they said.  He must have run, because in no time he was back at the MTC.  I went to the lab and George (the Mercy lab manager) did a type and screen on my blood and the next thing I knew the donation had begun.  Before I knew it, the donation was complete.  I went over to Mercy to let the CHO Deborah know I was finished.  I started getting sick and she sent me upstairs to rest.

Over the next few hours, I found myself praying with all my heart that the baby would live, that the transfusion would be successful.  Before I left the hospital I peeked in on the baby.  The mom looked worried out of her mind.  I know that look.  The baby was receiving the transfusion at that time and was not looking so good.  I prayed with all my heart that this would be a story of life.  As we know HIs ways are not our ways and our hearts desires are not always the answer.  The spirit continues to whisper the same familiar thing..."trust me."  

That evening Gary had received a good report from Mercy and was very hopeful the transfusion was a success. Later that night there was a complete lunar eclipse, a blood moon.  It was only visible in the Southern Hemisphere.  I felt like I was in a living Bible story.  

So often it is hard to see our purpose.  To "know that we know that we know" that we are called to something or somewhere.  This one time, God gave my heart a beautiful gift too.  He gave me something that only I could do at that time.  He used something that He gave me when He knit me together in my mother's womb.  I think we all have times in our lives where we struggle with our purpose.  I have been in that season for a while now.  Not on that day or that night...and because of that beautiful gift, not today.   I know my purpose, to follow HIS voice.  

Sweet little Mohamed who was 17 months old went home the following Monday.  His family was full of thanks.  It was humbling to be thanked for something that had blessed our entire team.  Mohamed's family is Muslim, and I love it that on that day we were all one.  In it together.  Saving each other."