Yesterday I had a post up at Her.meneutics (had to look up how to spell that one) about when I ran by a man I thought was dead.
What is a woman supposed to do in a country where she isn’t certain about the cultural boundaries, her own safety, or causing offense to the man on the road? The essay chronicles my journey of surprise, compassion, confusion, anger, and eventual deepened understanding. Would love to hear your thoughts.
Click here to read about what I did and how I felt conflicted about it and what a difficult conversation with my husband helped me understand: The Good Female Samaritan.