I arose one tropical morning with a heart full of joy and muscles ready for the daily grind. As I gathered my wits about me I struck out for the door. Not knowing what was to await me that day I strolled up the path with such light foot I could have floated to the car. Meeting up with the others we jumped in and headed out. After riding the bucking bronco to the main passage, down the mountain we went. Singing, laughing and curious we all chattered as we traveled. Showing up to some unknown place, surrounded by foreign people, and clueless- we began to work. We began a work that would change lives. It was a work that would mold perceptions and initiate study. With a bus showing up of eager participants we began to fret. Here we are the “leaders” of some project we have no clue about. That soon would be a norm. A stack of wood and an open space awaited us. The space belonged to some unknown person but with tears, love and smiles we were greeted. These foreign people