Discovering inspiration and fulfillment amid the impoverished conditions of Swaziland.
Reprinted from Longitudes
In the driveway of my new adopted home, on a mountaintop in Swaziland, a beat-up Isuzu truck has replaced the BMW I once drove. The designer clothes that once filled my closets have been replaced by off-the-rack outfits from a department store. Instead of fancy shoes, I wear sandals and have given up the pedicures I used to get regularly.
Here, I’m no longer the owner of one of the largest marketing agencies in Canada. Instead of taking care of fortune 500 clients, my husband, Ian, and I care for babies born in outdoor latrines and left to die.