Conversations on El Camino

The anticipated fifth and final day of clinics had given me some anxiety as it was wholly outside the realm of predictability. We were scheduled to visit a school/shelter/orphanage – I never really understood what it was – for children with histories of disability or abuse. I was entirely unsure what physical therapy needs would…

Members of "The Unemployed House" – Abrill, Heather, Lauren, and I – let out various cries of concern from the back row of the bus, anticipating our potential demise. Our seats were cantilevered over a steep ditch ready to swallow the back axle, the driver maneuvering a six-point turn on the mountainside. We were an…

"Relájese y respire," the woman in the queue instructed my current client, modeling the desired deep breathing technique intended to induce relaxation. They breathed deeply together, synchronizing and slowing their breathing, faces melting into smiles. "Respire Dios en la alma; Dios puede sanarle" -- breathe God into your heart; God can heal you. I paused…