I have toured in developing world countries where traffic and pollution are oppressive the food suspect. During the meetings, the air conditioning and the sound system may malfunction and afterword people crowd around suffocatingly at book signings. Just as I’m feeling sorry for myself and ready to swear off trips forever, I meet some nurse who runs an aids program and remote villages and rides a motorbike on muddy road 4 to 5 hours every day. At that point, I remind myself of a deeper reason why I travel the true origin of this book. I go and search of faith that matters