When I turned 25 years old, I had a minor meltdown.  I sat on my friend Rick’s couch and just wailed about how I was “getting ready to be thirty!”  I just thought that my life was over!  Rick, bless his heart, had the patience of Job and though I’m sure he rolled his eyes, [...]

Her name was Hope.  Okay, well, sorta.  Her name was Esperanza, which in Spanish, means “hope.”  She was nine years old and cute as a bug’s ear, with a smile that would make Oscar the Grouch’s heart get soft.  But the day that she was carried into our mission clinic in Concordia, Argentina, she was far [...]