Second Thoughts Well… I’m here. “You must act like you are at home. Please tell me if you experience any inconvenience.” These were the words of Mr. Bob Chen—his words a constant refrain throughout our first hours together. Bob was a small, thin man wearing a short sleeve dress shirt tucked into slacks. He took my fully loaded backpack away from me—if he was a contortionist he would be able to fit inside it; pack being about half his weight. He was small, but I knew his heart was big. A couple days in country… How can I sum it all up? China was dirty, hot, loud, and bustling. The…