So it’s been ten years. I know exactly where I was when I
heard.
Do you?
Probably.
That’s just not something you forget. I was in the ninth grade, in Ms.
Nix’s physical science class. I even remember what seat I was sitting and who
came into our class room to tell us what was happening; his name is Elliot. Now
here I am, ten years later, living in Peru; a country that was partial
controlled by terrorists for most of the 80s. Hate hurts people. I saw it in
the States and now I see the pain left here in Peru. Everyone…everyone…. has to find a way to do
better; otherwise we all just keep getting hurt. On days like today I couldn’t
be prouder to part of the PEACE Corps.
Do I sound like a crazy hippie yet?
:-P I’ve officially been a PCV for about three weeks now, I suppose it’s time.
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