Saturday, March 24th

In my journal I wrote this:
Car accidents are very common with fatalities most definite. The hospital here is sickening and the care is archaic. All I know about the health care is that I don’t want to have to use it. People die from things that they shouldn’t have to die for. I attended a funeral of a boy today who came to visit his family and in his second week of visitation, he was in a car accident and was killed. They said that he broke some bones and died while in the hospital. I don’t feel like I can really trust anyone here. Even the Prof. continues to reveal herself in a deceitful manner. I feel like this trip is going to have other purposes (apart from photos) and that I will learn a lot. Because of the color of my skin, I stick out like a sore thumb. I wish that I could disappear. Honestly, I hope that I make it home alive. With such carelessness, it feels like life isn’t worth much to these people. Maybe, part of the reason that they don’t attach to each other like we do is because those closest to them die so often. I’m trying to be patient and see the best in this, and I’m praying for wisdom. I feel like there is a reason for this experience, but it may be a tough lesson. Who knows?