back in the states pt I

So, as of now I have been back in the states for a week. Looking back on it all, it seems like it was a rush of memories that came in and left as quickly. The time I spent with my family and the children is just something I will always appreciate. There is something about being away from your work afterwards. There is always the feeling of worry and dread that comes over you. Did my work amount to anything? Will it be used correctly? Am I making a difference? Sometimes they swarm through your head, but once you are away, all you can do is hope for the best. You just have to look down at the road and say, " I did my best, sometimes I fell, but I tried." I guess that is all I can hope for. I do not think I can forget those kids, their faces, their simple laughter. I can't forget dancing for ten minutes with Eliea. I can't forget little things. The boy whose shoe would always fly off when he would kick a ball. Juan's smile. The laughter of the computer teachers when I would understand his Spanish and he my English. Small experiences that make you realize that we are not alone in the world and that we are connected. Although divided by culture, language, religion, and more on the list of life, really we are all the same. We are all flesh and bone, and we all suffer from similar pains. We even share common hand gestures. I guess it is the hippie in me coming out, but when you realize how much of the world is isolated from us because of language, it kind of pushes you back. The feeling of having a huge gust of wind knock the breath out of you. Okay, now I am ranting.

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