The moon is coming up over the cypress next door, nearly full but faded from the receeding sunlight. I'll lock the doors to the dive shop forty five minutes from now, then I'll ride my bike up and over the dunes, to a low-tide beach, gear-up as the starlight begins to blink, and enter the water, 50...

Our first day at the orphanage a small group of children surrounded our approaching car as we slowly rolled through the iron gates of the compound. They were fearless. Their eyes alight with curiosity, smiles and missing teeth flashing from every face. We hadn't come to see these little ones who were...