“The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.” –Mother Theresa
Many years ago, long before my husband and I began a life of wilderness travel, I was walking on a city sidewalk one stormy afternoon when abruptly I could not see. Nor feel the rain. Nor hear the surf crashing on the nearby cliffs. Then slowly my hearing resumed and I heard a voice ask, as if from a great distance, “Would you help me?” I peered and peered. And eventually discerned a youth with blood-red cheeks, frenetic blond hair, sopping jeans and swollen blue feet.
“Of course I will help you.” Continue reading