Swing low, sweet chariot
"Farewell, my brave hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shore of the sea, comes the end of our fellowship. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil." Oh boy. Where to begin. Running through my mind is a montage of memories and flashbacks of experiences and people that have crossed my path over the last two years. There is a lot that I feel I could say, and far too much to write in one letter, but I hope to be able to capture at least some of it and communicate it effectively. I don't know of a way to effectively summarize a mission. I'm not even sure such a thing exists. There are so many moments; so many people that you encounter and so many miracles that you witness that make describing it briefly a virtually insurmountable task. First things first, the most impactful part of my mission, and I'd imagine for anyone's, is the people who I was blessed and privileged enough to meet and interact with. With the onset of COVID-19...