About eight years ago I left everything I knew in search of something better, something deeper. I was eighteen years old, living in my hometown in Puerto Rico. I wasn't satisfied. I didn't know what to do.
I didn't even know what praying was, but at this time I remember asking something greater than myself for some kind of direction.
Finally, one day, I heard in my heart that I needed to leave this small island. Somehow, I just knew I had to leave, but it wasn't clear where I should go. There had to be a place, a solution, an answer, something. There had to be truth somewhere. I was hoping and wishing for more meaning, some sort of answer, some sort of water that would quench my thirst for the truth--the truths about everything: about why the world was the way it was, why there are things like divorce, broken hearts, confusion, pollution, war...
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