I went to India for hospice work.
I really had no idea what I was getting into. I got there in the slums of Calcutta and getting out of the taxi, the smells were so horrid, I almost threw up.
Over a couple weeks, I saw many people in terrible pain. I never really knew such pain existed, I remember the nun’s look at me when I said “What, what do you mean you don’t have Advil?!”
In the end, hey, I made it through. I worked hard everyday, walked in brutal heat, and never got sick. I honestly never thought I would do so well there…I really rose to the occasion and helped a lot of people. I didn’t think I had it in me…