Day 2 and the stories continue to come to mind. As I speak about the dangers of just going a reasonable distance to obtain water or to use a latrine, I recall the patient I operated on in the middle of the night while in the Congo. She'd just gotten up to use the latrine and was attacked by a man with a machete. The result was three deep wounds to the back of her scalp and skull. Luckily, she survived.
I remember another story from Somalia of a woman, the mother of one of our patients, who, in front of her children, was eaten alive by a crocodile while fetching water at the river. I crossed that river once in order to reach a village we served with our mobile clinics. Its banks were still filled with women and children collecting water in their large yellow jugs.