August 7, 2007. 6:00a.m. I heard the sound of Alfredo’s car pull up as we gathered up our last few things to make the trip up to Abelines. Two good friends, Jaime and Scott, were ready to head up the hill that six months ago almost took my life. It would be my first venture back up the dirt road that still makes its way into my dreams. Earlier this year I tried to return to Abelines, wanting to attend the dedication of the medical clinic. At 4:30 am that morning Dara awoke, wide eyed and full of anxiety. She informed me that the boys had been up crying the night before and did not want me to go back. I decided the time wasn’t right and listened to her.