USER: think a title for :********** Two years later ******** It was a day like any other. Joe woke up to the ringing sounds of sickness, poverty and death. The Kenyan sky glittering like nothing he'd ever seen before above his head. He always awoke just before the sun rise. He would sit in his small bachelors flat, with a cup of coffee steaming in his hands as he welcomed another day. That day there was a particular uneasiness about him. He couldn't shake the feeling of longing and regret. He had come to this country to save lives and be a hero, to live up to the dream of being able to ensure that no young children would have to suffer the fate he suffered from losing his parents young. But nothing had prepared him for the realization that David had been right all those years ago. Joe had been running and he had run out of the frying pan of his mind into a real life fire. He thought that it would be an easy task to be part of Doctors without Borders - or DWB as they called it. When he researched Kenya, it was a beautiful place in the East African landscape. He expected to live in Nairobi, the capital and have the pleasure of working with small clinics for underprivileged persons. However, nothing prepared him to be placed in Garrisa, then Marsabit and then, Wajir. Wajir shared a border with Ethiopia, which was a tricky political situation on it's own. But the inter-tribal wars and bloodshed tainted the beauty that Kenya truly possessed. Joe realized that he was just an ignorant - w...