My first big clue that something was very wrong came in February 2009. I was on a Christian mission trip to Costa Rica, meeting with a small group of women. Suddenly I couldn’t understand a word they were saying.
I didn’t let on, but I was totally at a loss. All I could do was make a comment every now and then and hope it was all right. I got...
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