Morris Koon plays a vital role in Dignity:Liberia’s relationship with the Liberia Fistula Project. He has served as a liaison between our organization and Liberia’s Ministry of Health; he keeps us informed about news of the Rehab Center in Phebe, and accompanies us on trips to the Rehab Center. He is always cheerful, always smiling. I recently asked him to share why he works with the Liberia Fistula Project. I was deeply touched by his words about the power of love. Following is what he shared:
It did not occur to me that one’s upbringing at times determines his path in life. I came from a large family of 10 siblings of different fathers. My father abandoned me at a little age because of a quarrel between he and my mother that I did not provoke, neither was I a part of. My mother could not afford a meal and school for me and my brothers and sisters, many of whose fathers had also left. I was fortunate to live with and be raised by foster parents.
During my years of maturity with my foster parents, I understood and appreciated what it meant to be loved and to love. I faced strong resistance and rejection from foster brothers and sisters. I was branded a thief, a nobody, etc. My humility got me to where I am today.
Working with the fistula project is a passion that has grown from my childhood days. I learnt what it meant to smile in the face of difficulties; I therefore enjoy being in the limelight of making someone smile. I pledge to do all I can to bring smile to the needy in whatever way I can. Fistula survivors need love, they need care, and they need family. They can count on me because that was why I signed on for this job.
It did not occur to me that one’s upbringing at times determines his path in life. I came from a large family of 10 siblings of different fathers. My father abandoned me at a little age because of a quarrel between he and my mother that I did not provoke, neither was I a part of. My mother could not afford a meal and school for me and my brothers and sisters, many of whose fathers had also left. I was fortunate to live with and be raised by foster parents.
During my years of maturity with my foster parents, I understood and appreciated what it meant to be loved and to love. I faced strong resistance and rejection from foster brothers and sisters. I was branded a thief, a nobody, etc. My humility got me to where I am today.
Working with the fistula project is a passion that has grown from my childhood days. I learnt what it meant to smile in the face of difficulties; I therefore enjoy being in the limelight of making someone smile. I pledge to do all I can to bring smile to the needy in whatever way I can. Fistula survivors need love, they need care, and they need family. They can count on me because that was why I signed on for this job.
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