i used to think idols were something of the past and animal sacrifices were only found in the old testament.
i didn’t think it was humanly possible for one million people to live in one square mile or that a country’s average income could be 0.7% of my own.
i used to think colorado’s rocky mountains were pretty big.
i only thought the water/power went out during storms, not because there wasn’t enough.
i used to think education and sanitation were a given, not a luxury
i once thought freedom was a right, not a gift.
i didn’t think 48hr train rides were even possible, much less that i would take one.
i used to think culture shock was a linear experience you eventually got over, not a cyclical process that rarely ends.
i thought a ten foot wide road could only hold traffic in one direction and monkeys were only found in cages.
i used to think architecture was just something i did.
i didn’t think miracles were very common anymore.
i used to think poverty was the people i served biscuits and gravy to on sunday mornings and the homeless were the people sitting by the steps at the library.
i thought hinduism was just another religion, not a way of life for one billion people.
i used to think chrch was something you went to, not something you are.
i used to think a lot of things…and then i lived in india.
