I'd figure one of my old friends who I may have wronged in the past got creative, drugged me, and shipped me off to God only knows where.<br />
I could only hope it was a Spanish speaking country if English wasn't the native language. :)
Uh oh. Then I'd have to try my best at improvised sign language. I figure it may be some time before I got home again.
Survival of the fittest.
I do all the time. And i meet the children who are growing up there. lol-not.
Many, many experiences, some really nice, some tragic... but mostly that these children are like children anywhere, ready to laugh, ready to dream, but with so much responsibility on their shoulders and so few opportunities.
I work in overseas aid. We work with poor communities all over the world, particularly focusing on children. It's just brilliant and inspiring.
And that's funny because ?