I crossed the border between Russia and Belarus at a tumultuous time in the late 1990s. I had a lot to worry about—and to be excited about. I’m amazed at how, so many years later, what stands out in my memory isn’t the dramatic backdrop. It’s an ordinary moment with a student whose name I don’t remember, but whose compassion I will never forget.
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This article has been moved to a new blog, Exploring Generations. I am gathering my travel memories at that new location.
Adventures with God 