Humbling Hill
Big Mountain Tiny Ant (High-Ku)
The mountain is big
I feel tiny like an ant
Big humbling hill
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RESILIENCE
The date was 16th April, 2024. I will never forget that day for as long as I live. We woke up early in the morning and drove to the Police Station at around 6 am to pick up two officers for police escort. We drove past my village after picking up few more escorts and we journeyed onward to a remote school that we needed to visit. The school is about 3 hours away from the town but depending on the weather and road condition, it could take more hours than that.
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