When Deborah saw The Doctor for the first time this is what she recalled…
You know this guy. While working with your mother for Doctor’s Without Borders you were assigned to a clinic at Koidu (Sefadu) in Sierra Leone. The country had recently ended a violent civil war and tensions and anger were still high among the people. The hours were long, the work was hard, and memories of maimed children made sleeping difficult. Still you felt you were making a real difference.
 One month you and your mother participated in a travelling clinic to outlying villages. You spent three weeks traveling there and back, visiting and treating people at smaller villages on the way. One day in a small community near Makeni, you treated a local volunteer named Carol Mondeh, who lost her right hand early in the war. She was a bright and funny woman, who cheered you with her conversation. Eventually as you worked together through the day, she told you how she had survived by fighting off her attacker, piercing his eye with a stick. Later that afternoon, Carol froze and turned pale. When you asked her what was wrong, she pointed at a man in an adjacent tent. His missing eye was being treated by another clinician, but his other eye was fixed squarely on Carol. When he saw you looking he moved his gaze away, but the chill in your spine wouldn’t leave.
 That evening you and your mother walked Carol home to her house outside of town. She served you some tea and you talked late into the night. You returned to the camp and left the next day. You kept correspondence with Carol, and still get occasional letters from her.
 This guy was the doctor that was working on Carol’s attacker’s eye.
