They didn’t even know me.
Last fall, I volunteered at Iona Abbey on the remote Isle of Iona in Scotland. I also managed to contract a corneal ulcer. Nothing catastrophic, but not something they could treat on an island off an island off an island.
I took a ferry, and a bus, and another ferry, and a train, and a taxi to the hospital in Glasgow. At the end of a long, long day, I arrived at Petra and Sabine’s house.