Mukinge...and one string

I was reading about and anecdote this week about Paganini giving a
concert where first one, then two, then three of his strings on his
violin broke. He reportedly finished the concert, and then played the
encore on the single remaining string.
Whether the story is true or not, it resonated with what we do here at
the hospital; despite no phones, our water coming and going and often
full of black sludge, intermittent electricity, overflowing toilets,
lack of funding, absence of IV's and syringes and tape and so forth, we
continue to play our concert for the people around us, and hopefully
most days it still sounds, perhaps not Paganini-esque, but like a simple
song of love and care for the people in the hospital, their families,
friends, and relatives. I'm constantly touched when a patient
unexpectedly reminds me that they can hear that song too, even on days
when I feel like the concert has to grind to a halt because too many
strings are broken.
So, here's to Mukinge....on one string!