In ministry, I have received some unusual requests for help from the Church's charitable funds. One day a pretty young woman complained that she had been bitten by a crocodile, and she couldn't afford a doctor. The bite was causing her a lot of trouble, she said. I thought, tell me another one. As I was seeing her out, she said: "Let me show you." She pulled up a trouser leg, to reveal a huge bite -- a long row of square puncture marks on the calf of her lower right leg. Some of the holes had healed, but others had not, and the whole leg was swollen. "The festering ones are the deep ones," she said. She said that she had been wading in shallow water near Maputo when a crocodile attacked her.
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