Dinner in Georgetown

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Here is a flashback dialogue that best describes the year spent with Brent:
Picture the two of us in our very plain missionary house in Mvumi, Tanzania. We are two of 6 people who speak English in a village of 10,000. We are eating rice and beans for the 83rd straight meal together. I have heard all of Brent's stories at this point, and he has heard all of mine.
Me: Good rice, huh?
Brent: Yeah, less rocks than usual.
Me: So, what story should I re-tell you?
Brent: How about the one where you fell of a roof in New York and almost died.
Me: Again? Ok, so I was wasted one evening in Manhattan when we got locked out of Ben's house...
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This time, there was a lot more to talk about. Brent had been back to our clinic in Guatemala several times (www.proyectosaludintegral.org) and I was headed back to the same city we first worked in over 4 years prior. But more than anything, I felt very humbled to be sitting at a table with a law student, an MD-PhD, and a wierd medical-law student hybrid. We had a great conversation that ranged from the war in Iraq to vigilante groups in Guatemala to crazy ex-girlfriends. I couldnt help but wonder what each of them would be doing in 10 years. Now that I mention it, I wouldnt mind knowing what I will be doing in 10 years either.
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