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The Critical Role of Pain

Why me? Wrong Question.

This afternoon the sun is making its slow way towards sunset in Addis Ababa, where in a few hours I’ll be heading home through Frankfurt and Chicago. I had one more full day of rest, time to wash all my stuff to get the smell of African dust and dirt out of my hair, clothing and gear. Well, sort of. The smoke will linger in my sleeping bag and tent, adding to the mingling of…