Checked out my Flickr stream and found this. It’s a drawing by one of the many patients of the National Center for Mental Health in Mandaluyong. The artist is a Vietnamese patient in NCMH with no memory of his family or the life he led before the ship he was riding sank. Three years ago, a lawyer was working pro bono to get him back home. I have no idea what’s happened to him since.
When I signed up for this job, I had no idea where it’d take me. I’ve gone from hesitant Hangout Host to tortured floor director to lost photographer. At the end of the day, I do not regret making that decision so many months ago. Things work out sometimes.