I am not only a skilled writer and keen researcher, but a dementia-nurse for the last 26 years.
Here is a sample of my writing describing a mission trip I took part in:
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Kalavai, India is a village where my heart remains to this day. This tiny dot on the map is a place many do not know about, and wouldn't care even if they did. Not even native rickshaw drivers knew how to get to this rural place without exhaustive directions.
My heart's resettlement began at a place where human beings, dogs, cows, chickens, goats, trash and sewage all coagulate within one tiny area. Swirlling all around me was the lovely aroma of Indian spices mixed with every scent of filth you can imagine; I was grateful the spices made it tolerable.
As I neared the village, the children came running and jumped right into my arms. They embraced me with a desperation I've never felt before and I loved them immediately. My heart made its home there that day--the moment their dusty little faces burrowed into my chest. And I? I embraced them back. These were the "untouchable" children of India.