by Veronica
One Lent, I was blessed to be stricken with Malaria. Yes, blessed to have Malaria. I had spent the previous spring in a Honduran orphanage. While I was there, one boy got malaria, all of the children took their medication. I took mine too- but mine only worked half-way. A little parasite hid itself away inside of me, and decided to come out a year and a half later.
It was seven years ago and I entered Lent with the common expectation of trying to be humble and growing closer to God. A week after Ash Wednesday, I got sick. It started with an extreme chill. I shivered, I shook, I rattled, I was freezing cold. I took a hot bath, and warmed up in blankets. I had a very high fever. My body ached. I fell asleep and slept in a hot pain for almost a day. And then - just as suddenly as I was sick - I was better. I felt better enough to go back to work with a few ibuprofen, so I did.

