…of many different peoples and worlds.
Our aunts and uncles were the most important people in the world to Clark and me, and we lived in more fear of their opinions than the rules of our parents. This bondage had its perks, and we were little suckers of slaves… but there were wages.
Adventures should not be confined to traveling, and as I returned from Bangladesh year after year, I felt this strongly. This drive to experience the world sent me into emergency medicine, and it looked like God’s will at the time.
When one spends a lot of time in an official role as a worker for God, one gets in the habit of accomplishing wonderful things and sometimes it is hard to know where to stop. I remember a suitcase…
A monkey strolled slowly down to meet us, visible in the sharp light of naked bulbs from the shops, and sat down in front of us. We paused, nervous.
Delhi and Jaipur passed away, hot and wonderful, and we woke a week later in the mountains, the foot mountains of the Himalayas.
From Bangladesh, we had come, after my annual and tumultuous stint tucking the English language into small, busy heads. Tash came with me, of course, and we were a home for each other.
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