first aid revisited
1167 days after the last trip to Zambia... I finally received another dose Half the time awake was graced by a patient night sky... I met Stan's son And on that dusty drive back to the airport I looked out... and was reminded of 9 months earlier, in another part of the world... when I had to witness the painful swirl of someone who just wasn't ready to see the point of all this There is hatred... in this world... but to call it evil and live a life of absolutes is the wrong thing to do, and only breeds more of the same. Hatred always begins as love, nurtures the ego just like love, and both drive people to do astonishing things. So to keep believing people can reverse those unhealthy spirals, can forgive themselves and transcend their need to have control over others... is the only hope one can count on... because true first aid happens on the inside
