Every morning that I wake up, there is hesitation in my will to walk to work through the streets of staring eyes, past tired souls slumped against the dirty pavement, and feeling as much of an outsider as I look.
And every time that homesickness blurs my vision, or when the sounds, smells, and sights gnaw their way into my senses, the women that I see every day at Freeset make every cultural and personal struggle worth every moment.
These women are much stronger than I could ever hope to be.
This is why I am here. And this is where I am called to be. I wouldn't wish to be anywhere else but here at this moment in time.
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