There once was a cute little creature named William.
So cute and so little that you could not see him at all.
He had fun swimming in a lovely river in Cambodia in the countryside.
One day during the New Years festivals he was casually leaping from a fifty foot waterfall while jamming out to some techno.
He spotted a rather large unfamiliar creature swimming in the river below.
It was a Laura.
And that was the moment that he knew.
He had found the one.
The one that he would try and suck all the life out of and feed off of.
But that would have to wait for now. First he had to get settled into his humble abode.
When evening hit William began to work.
Uh…yeah. So basically I had Entamoeba Histolytica and couldn’t function at all for three days. I was probably actually sick for a week and a half. I’ll spare you the beautiful details of what that was like and you can google it if you really want to know. I know that a lot of the time this whole “life of sacrifice and abandonment” on the Race sounds really romantic. But it can be hard when you’re absurdly sick, it’s 100 degrees outside and inside, dehydrated from vomiting, and you have a hard time trying to stand long enough to take a shower, and the nearest doctor is a three hour drive.
But I had an awesome team that aggressively tried to take care of me.
That would fetch me water when I felt like I couldn’t move.
And a Cambodian grandma that would go out of her way to make me porridge and give me medicine even when I insisted I felt too sick to stomach it. (But honestly because she knew no English, I have no idea what the medicine was meant for.)
And I managed to get to an American doctor that really knew his stuff.
God has been so so good.
And now William is dead.
