

When Pierre was just six months old, an infection left his right arm contracted. As he grew older, the arm became a constant reminder of what had happened. Children at school teased him, but Pierre kept going. He still wanted to learn, play soccer, help his parents, and, most of all, ride his father’s bike.

His father, Verisoa, remembered how frightened he had been when Pierre was sick. After years of searching for help, their family heard about a free hospital called Mercy Ships.

Pierre eventually came aboard for surgery. His operation lasted 12 hours, releasing the contracture and using a muscle flap and K-wire to help restore his arm.



His father dreams that Pierre will grow up confident, finish school, and perhaps become a teacher or a policeman.


But when I think of Pierre, I think of that bicycle.
I think of a boy with a huge smile, pedaling down the road with his father’s bike beneath him, finally able to move forward in a way he had always hoped he could.
