little doubts

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Yesterday I read Sarah Brady's blog for the first time. She's a wonderful writer, and she hits on the questions that I'm wrestling with. She admits that she feels a little guilty when her host family gives her the master bedroom and piles trays of food on the table made specially for her.

I know that we will find incredible hospitality when we go south. I'm just not sure that we deserve it. When was the last time Michal and I brought home a hungry traveler off the streets of The Dalles?

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