A few hours before dawn Magdalena could no longer feel her legs or hands. In a sick stupor she had been sitting there for hours, feet out before her, back against the corner post of the champa. Conscious thought began to slip away into the well of darkness. As she fell down that well, she reached out to the baby she was losing and weakly hoped that they would both be dead before the dogs or the zopilotes found them.
The Rainwoman, by Jeff. Mckenney M.D., is a compelling narrative of the brutal, desperate, and lonely journey of a young Honduran woman. It is the tale of an improbable rescue that turns on the quantum mechanics of a raindrop, the unsparing kindness of the rural poor and the sacrifice of the struggling missionary. And, it is a challenging consideration of a creator who must chose the future from instant to instant on a sub-atomic level.
