“I think that we’re all mentally ill; those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and maybe not all that much better, after all. We’ve all known people who talk to themselves, people who sometimes squinch their faces into horrible grimaces when they believe no one is watching, people who have some hysterical fear – of snakes, the dark, the tight place, the long drop … and, of course, those final worms and grubs that are waiting so patiently underground.”
My next adventure.
On the 1st July I fly off to Ghana for a month on my own, to teach, care & play with deprived children. It really can’t come soon enough. I’m starting to get really excited now. I can’t wait to feel such a wonderful sense of community like I did in Morocco last summer. I can’t wait to be around such beautiful, kind, loving children who are grateful for even the smallest things. & I can’t wait to fly home, knowing I’ve made a difference in even one child’s life, no matter how small. The best feeling ever.
