I have a few good stories brewing right now, thanks to the people who are submitting. This morning I got an e-mail from a friend whose daughter is considering joining the Peace Corps, and it made me remember what that choice was like for me. So I'm running a piece of my own tomorrow, which originally ran in the St. Louis Beacon, where I've written for the last five years. It's about my first real night in Guyana. That night, I sat down and wrote in my journal: "I am now alone and scared and so so full of tears. Dogs are barking everywhere, people talking, a long mosquito net covers my bed. All of the romance, the excitement, the thrill of this, all of it is now gone and replaced with fear and the realization that this is not a vacation, this is two years." More soon.
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