Jacqulyn McCormack


Despair, fear, pain, curiosity—these were the faces, the faces of each man, woman, and child. The faces of the 933 patients we treated. It’s been a little over two weeks since the medical clinic, and this is the first time that I have really been able to sit down, process all that God did, and...
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Ringing echoed throughout the city. In the space of a night, the face of Arequipa altered almost unrecognizable, as businesses, armed with plywood and sheet metal, prepared for the worst. If Keiko Fujimori won, they said there would be riots. If Pedro Castillo won, they said there would be riots. We had truly become a...
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