My Personal Statement...and I Got Accepted

“Mbuto.” My African driver springs to his feet. “Yes, Sahib.” “Pass me another baby, I think this one has died.” I lay the dead infant in the pile by my feet. What I’d really like him to do is pass me an ice-cold bottle of the local beer. Compassion is hot, thirsty work. There is no ice in this wretched refugee camp, mores the pity, but as I’m here to help I will suffer in silence. I stare into the eyes of the African baby who is suffering from HIV or dengue fever or... My Personal Statement...and I Got Accepted
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