At a baby clinic br in Gondola br in Moçambique br is an angel br who is not an angel br but a mere human br who shames me br when I despair br of the human race br and all of us br who say, “What can one person do againstfor the whole world? ” br br Without wondering where the next donation is coming from br this young, pretty, married missionary br who could have an infinitely different life, br devotes herself br to every single Moçambiquan baby br or Zimbabwean baby from across the nearby border br who needs her br despite br despair, br disease, br superstition, br poverty, br ignorance, br malnourished babies, br and sparse supplies far away. br br Some come from far away br leaving their homes on foot br at midnight br to reach the clinic br at daybreak br knowing br she br is there br and will help br in whatever way she can br with knowledge, br expertise, br kindness, br grace br and authenticity, br no games, br just the real deal. br br She does what she does br as she says, br not because of br a theory br or a notion br or a religion br but br because of br the reality of the love of God. br She doesn’t preach compassion; br she doesn’t write poems about it; br she br IS br it br and she br acts upon it. br br Her story is told br but what about br those whose are br not? br There are many, many thousands br like her br that we only hear about br by chance.