Kundan was a carefree boy, full of life and beans. He loved playing on the roof of his house. He was playing catch with his sister, focusing on the ball. “Throw it”. He cried to his sister, jumping up to catch it, like a fielder on a cricket field. Carried backward by the throw, his foot slipped off the edge of the roof and he fell.

He was brought semiconscious to the mission hospital by his parents. He was drifting in and out of consciousness. Investigations revealed he had an extradural hematoma, a life threatening collection of blood under the bone sqeezing out his brain and his life.

Dr, Philip was able to open his skull, and evacuate the blood and stop the artery pumping out the blood. He had to do this because the next neurosurgical centre was eight hours away and if Kundan was referred away, he would not be alive today.

Fast forward to today, fifteen years later. Kundan is a proud father of a baby boy, and as his father holds his grandson, he thanks God for the mission hospital.