From Harold Masback, Called, Blessed, and Sent" (June 1, 2003) at pages 7-8:
Dr. Ian Zlotolow was a high powered specialist and division chief at Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in New York, a position he found prestigious but draining – he had lost contact with his friends and developed a heart ailment. While serving on a mission trip to Sierra Leone, Dr. Zlotolow came across Lansana Lapia, an 8 year old war orphan scheduled to have his right leg amputated. Suddenly, the doctor felt grasped by a strong connection to the orphan and a compulsion to help. He heard his voice volunteering to take the boy to New York where surgeons would be able to save the leg. Today, nine operations later, Lansana is close to walking. He speaks unaccented English and scoots around Washington Square Park on a skateboard, challenging the regulars to speed chess. Dr. Zlotolow has legally adopted him and is transferring to a slower paced, lower paying job at Stanford University Medical Center and stepping up his work with an international society for rehabilitative surgery. But here’s the really important part, the part that tips off God’s silent hand right in the middle of the story: Dr. Zlotolow says that his colleagues think he is crazy for giving up the prestige and salary of his current position, but “There are no accidents in life… the kid saved my life, meeting him was a wake-up call. I feel like the luckiest man alive right now.” Exactly.