Dirt Hands, Happy Heart
Before I left San Diego, I was nervous. All the “Whatif’s” danced in my mind as I prepared for this journey. Now that I’m here, I’m embarrassed to admit just how nervous I was, because I can’t imagine a more welcoming and safe place. It’s true that my hands are dirty most of the day (except when I wash them first thing in the morning and when I take my “bucket shower” in the evening). But the warm greetings, the helpful, willing, curious people, and the smiling kids make my heart very happy.