I had been in Mexico for about a week. I had moved here to do a volunteer Bible education work for English speaking people and I was physically ill but mostly just homesick and lonely. But I was a New Englander and I had driven across country and I had always been “fine” and always would be. I was roused from bed by persistent knocking on my door. Two girls from the congregation had showed up to check on me. They took me out to the market. They taught me useful Spanish phrases, how to barter for good prices, how to pick out ripe mangoes. I went home with them. People I have met here are always looking in your eyes. I have discovered that they are much more in tune to other people’s feelings and that no one here is ever ashamed of their feelings. I am never able to fake a good mood here. ”How are you?” said the father, and gave me that look. And that day began an important lesson for me. That I didn’t have to be tough all the time, that I didn’t have to be strong all the time, and I didn’t have to answer that