Familiarity fled the moment we stepped outside the airport doors. While we were met by the friendly smile of Emmanuel, the sounds, sights, and smells that bomb-arded our senses forcefully impressed on us that we were no longer in Birmingham... Read the whole account here.
going to India, I’d seen photos of the kids, the streets, and the poverty, so I
thought I was mentally prepared....
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