We’re all fighting many battles in our lives, some with ourselves, some with others and some with the world around us. That’s why it’s so hard to judge people, because you don’t know what battles are they fighting right now. Your grumpy neighbor whom you think is just a pain in the ***; he may be fighting a battle to lose weight, another battle to save his marriage, another to grief a loved one, another…"The battle for my soul"
If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you may remember this post, where I talked about how the hardest part of being vegan was dealing with people, both vegans and non-vegans alike, if you haven’t and you don’t feel like clicking that link, here’s a quote from it. The difficult part of being vegan is not finding vegan food, is having to defend yourself from all the people who attack you for…"About living in Ecuador with a disability"
Today I ate an arepa. Good for me, right? How is that newsworthy, you may be asking. It’s not, it’s what happened after I ate it which is somehow worth writing about. But first, some quick unrelated facts you should know to understand the situation: I live in a city in Ecuador where there are many Venezuelans who recently escaped and tried to start their some businesses here. The arepa I ate was $1 while…"If you can do it, do it. If you can’t do it, teach it."