Twenty Minutes

The following memoir is composed of a series of short vignettes from my experiences doing mission work in Honduras over the course of two years. They represent my experiences as truly as possible, regardless of how things and/or people have changed since the piece was written.

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The sun was hot as the truck bounced over the dry, cracked clay, up the mountainside, dodging potholes and broken glass. Marcos was driving, and I was in the truck bed white-knuckled, clinging for dear life. Continue reading

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Georgie’s Song

About six years ago, my mother and sister went out to run some errands and, by chance, decided to stop by a pet store. They weren’t looking for anything in particular; my sister is an animal-lover, and she has always enjoyed seeing the animals for sale. As it happened, that day was also adoption day at the pet store, and as my mother and sister watched all of the commotion, they noticed a man standing off to the side. In his arms was an adorable little puppy Continue reading