One Night at the Orphanage
My heart was fluttering. Goosebumps crept up my back.
Jesus, calm my nerves.
We walked up to the orphanage gate with a couple getting handsy at the door.
Jesus, you have a sense of humor.
It was 6:30 pm, normally our curfew, and my night was just beginning. Earlier Friday Chelsey had asked the head nurse, director, and boss of the cerebral palsy orphanage if we could man the night shift alongside the nurses. While she asked in Spanish, I speed-prayed in...