What is happening in Sierra Leone while we're getting our support together?

This is a diary blog from Dan Gans, the fellow I traveled to Sierra Leone with in February.  He was able to remain in Sierra Leone till August.

It was Saturday, August 7, at 4 o'clock in the morning.  There was a knock on my door.  "Who is it?"  I asked.  "It's Osmani."  Whatever it was, I knew it must be extremely important.  I opened the door and there stood Osmani and Chief Hungbatei, the sectional chief of the Lower Banta District.  I asked what happened.  Osmani interpreted in English as the chief spoke in Mende.  He explained that his daughter was very sick, and he was financially bankrupt.  At the time, his daughter, Adama, was in the clinic in Mokanji, which has virtually no equipment and a scant supply of medicine.  Chief said the nurse at the clinic had given Adama a transfer to Moyamba Hospital, a nice government hospital that is 32 miles away, but takes two and a half hours to drive because the road is littered with potholes.  I asked, " What do you need?  Money?  A ride to the hospital?  At that point we decided to first walk to the clinic and see Adama.  When we walked in, Adama was laying on a vinyl covered examination table.  Her breathing was very labored.  Her body was limp and her eyes stared.  The nurse told me Adama was very anemic and showed me her pale feet.  I said we should pray.  The Muslim chief was open to the idea, so we proceeded.  After praying, Adama was definitely more relaxed and calm.  Being familiar with transport in the area, I knew waiting for a public vehicle was not an option.  A car to Moyamba would not come for hours.  I said to Osmani we should go.  The chief got his family together.  Osmani called his friend Victor to also come.  There were more passengers than spaces, so some had to ride in the back of the Ford pickup.  We made the painful drive and arrived at 8:10 am.  We went to the pediatric unit where Adama was laid on a a bed.  At least an hour had passed before they tried and tried to put in the IV.  They could not find a vein.  I was praying, "LORD, don't let her die."  Finally, they got the IV in her head.  After some time they said she needed blood, but they did not have any on hand.  The first step was to determine Adama's blood type.  We eagerly waited, and after some time, we were told she is O+.  It just so happens that I am O+ and Victor is O-.  We each gave a pint of blood.  Chief and family were grateful.  It was some time before they started the infusion.  As the time was getting late, we had to leave.  They asked me, the Christian, to pray.  Most of these people are Muslim.  I also gave Chief some money for the hospital and medicine.  Finally, those of us returning to Mokanji departed, leaving Adama lying on the bed, not knowing what would be the outcome, but praying.  On Sunday afternoon, I got word that there was improvement.  The same news came during the week.  Then, on Thursday, Adama returned to Mokanji.  I was so thankful to God.  Thankfully, Adama survived this but the reality is that there are many others who do not.  Around the same time, I heard that Salut's son, also taken to the hospital for a similar condition, did not survive.  I was there when the ambulance brought the body back to Mokanji, and the mourners went into the streets.  This is Africa.  Please pray for Global Outreach Mission as they seek funds and work to complete the desperately needed hospital in Mokanji.

As you can see, the need for the hospital is great but it cannot be built without someone to supervise the construction.  We are very close to being able to go but not quite there with our funding.  Will you join our support team?