In 2010 I was on my first mission trip to the Dominican Republic. I was part of the medical missions team that went into communities to provide basic check-ups and dental care. I have zero training in any health profession, but I could count and write clearly in Spanish so I was put in the “pharmacy” to dispense vitamins and various meds for people. Each morning we counted what we had in our duffle bags before we jumped in the bus to head to our location. On the third day of the mission, I knew we were running low especially on women’s and children’s vitamins. We were low on a few other items, too, but these families were so happy to receive these vitamins that I had no doubt it had some placebo effect on at least their mood for a few days. But we were going to run out by the end of the day, we still had two more mission days to go, and I felt terrible that so many people would eventually walk past me and I’d have nothing to offer in any way. But at lunch on that third day we went to restock or stash and we found more vitamins and basic meds like Tylenol and ibuprofen. We just kept filling the doctors orders and every time I’d get to my last bottle on the table, I’d go back and manage to find two more bottles in the corners of the duffle bags. The end of the day came, we just kind of chunked everything back in the bags because we were so tired and knew we’d re-evaluate what we had left that night for the rest of the week. That evening we managed to refill three duffle bags and ended up with enough meds to last the next two days. We absolutely did not have those meds the day before in any way, shape, or form. We’d all counted. We knew what we came in with and there was just this abundance to get us through the rest of the trip. We even had enough left over to make care packages for the families who hosted us and our bus driver’s family. It was a pretty miraculous moment and I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t lived it.