Send ME

Perspective.
It turns my worries and cries into dust and chafe.
I am not a German student, worried about life/death in the classroom. Nor am I a student in Alabama wondering what made my classmate act in such disastrous ways.
My search for food does not involve treacherous travel or self depreciating acts, as in Zimbabwe. I simply go to a grocery store.

I listened to an NPR story the other day about aid workers. Instead of it being about their experiences abroad it was all about their experiences when they returned to their homes after helping others. I almost had to pull over to wipe tears from my face. Really. Most of the people interviewed expressed pain and confusion when faced with something as simple as ice.
The story was relevant to the times I'm in right now. I'm filling out an application for the Peace Corps. I have a deep, constant feeling that I am here to serve others, and I was scared to think about where I might be sent or what I would experience, but now I'm worried that the 2 years of service will go by too quickly and I won't be able to find myself when I return.