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Have you looked into the eyes of a starving child?

A former boss of mine once said to me after he had begrudgingly agreed manage the International Department in my company, “You know I hate International. I just wish I could wash my hands of it. “ I put my face down, adverting his eyes knowing I accepted the job at this manufacturing company solely for the reason of being able to work in International. Every day I would put my hands on the waxy world map in my cubicle dreaming of the places that my customers were from. The thing is I didn’t ... continue reading...

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The Faces of Guatemala that Have Seeped into my Soul…

  My favorite place to jog is a campground near my house where the smell of campfire fills my lungs and transports me to Guatemala where wood burning stoves dot the cities and the villages. The intoxicating smell of wood burning always feels like coming home. There's something magical about Guatemala that seeps into your blood and steals a bit of your soul. On those early morning jogs I breathe in the smoke and imagine myself instead breathing in the crisp, Guatemalan mountain air. The ... continue reading...