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Obviously I'd make a stand with the guys of Villa Verde. The sound of it was deafening. The end it created roared though the attraction below the home, and whipped past me hot and dry. I stared across the river and observed it serpentine through the canopy. The forest fire grew, burst, and then retracted as if planning its next move. It absorbed all in its route. Throughout tear clouded eyes I saw Luís approaching in the knot of village men. The patriarch asked me, "Va a ayudarnos en la mañana, Omar?" I looked back into the ridgeline. I felt the searing heat pass through me. Suddenly, the fire intensified, like to challenge me. "Por supuesto, Luís. Estaré listo con el sol," I responded. I came to Honduras to perfect my own language skills and to get a more intimate understanding of its civilization. When I reached my Bachelor's degree, I closed a chapter of my own life. I wanted to know the man into whom I'd grown. I thought that was going to imply sorting emotions, needs and expertise. Never did I dream it would signify summoning up my courage, confronting my fears, and preparing to risk my life for others. The next morning, as sunlight began to bend over Montaña Verde, I stared up Celaque to the haze and destruction and recognized that was precisely what I was to do. When I was seventeen, life passed like an abandoned raft I once saw on the river from my grandmother's house. I saw as it drifted easily on the present and vanished round the bend. High school never challenged me personally and faculty was being laid out by counselors, parents and teachers. Like the raft, which would be barreling towards the small waterfall a few miles downstream, I had been on a collision course with my first "life's lesson:" that which you attempt...