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    <title>The Doctor Is In</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 06:47:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>A Local Encounter that Changed my Perspective - Kindness</title>
      <description>People are Basically Kind&lt;br/&gt;Day 1:  I looked into the eyes of the man that reached into our cab and ripped my travel wallet from my body.  The police asked me to identify him.  I could see his fear and foremost the light within him.  &lt;br/&gt;The incident took place 5 minutes from our Ecuadorian hostel.  Scores of people, our taxi driver and the police ran after him and caught him.  Dan from Community Hostel (www.communityhostel.com) came on the 7 hour journey of 3 different police stations. Hours of waiting led to scores of people in need of medical care.  We held them in loving arms, and with kind words a sense of peace was established.&lt;br/&gt;Day 2: We never know what life is going to bring us. I held the vision that my passport, iphone, and credit cards find their way back to me.  And the money is used to help someone in need.  &lt;br/&gt;I dressed in zip-pocket pants &amp; purple hiking boots as I made my way to the police station.  I heard screaming from the street &amp; ran to assist in the terrorist event.  A woman had been stabbed &amp; her eyes spoke only of why.  I held her in my arms &amp; witnessed her take her last breath.  The ambulance arrived &amp; I was motioned to come to a store to clean off the blood.  Cold water brought me to my senses &amp; I recognized my boots were covered in blood.&lt;br/&gt;A year ago I struggled with the decision of what color hiking boots to get.  Red or purple? I made a good choice. Purple Boots don’t show the blood.&lt;br/&gt;Day 3 and the aroma of death and coffee linger in the streets of Ecuador. Marco from the hostel escorted me to the plaza where we met the tourist police.  They then ushered me to the American Embassy with sirens, lights &amp; salsa music.&lt;br/&gt;At the embassy I shared my story.  We all cried. A new passport cost $135. I had no money then I heard a calm voice say: “Valerie!  Is that you?  Do you need money?”  I turned to see Scott whom I had met in southern Ecuador. He too had been robbed but had some extra cash. &lt;br/&gt;Scott came back to the hostel with me &amp; the next day we flew back to America to restore our losses. I shared my story with those I met &amp; compassion led the way.  I did not get charged exit fee when I left Ecuador.  I got placed in first class on United Airlines.  I sat next to an Ecuadorian criminal lawyer that specializes in cases like mine.  He connected me to a US agent whom sent protection to the villagers.  &lt;br/&gt;What I lost was replaced with the greatest gift. People are basically kind.&lt;br/&gt;</description>
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      <category>Ecuador</category>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 08:38:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>My Scholarship entry - A 'place' I have visited</title>
      <description>Who did I become?  It is t time when I can no longer run from my true self.  
As a child I played with a box camera.  As a teenager I saved my money and purchased my first camera, a Pentax and loved the magic in a dark room.  Medical school called and my creativity got put away.  I sold my Pentax to pay first month’s rent at the clinic.   
 20 years of selfless service volunteering world wide as a naturopathic physician where I have witnessed the best in people as well as the worse.  From the oceans of Hawaii to the pyramids in Egypt. From lands created by volcanoes and destroyed by the great tsunamis.  On the dirt  floor delivery room to the streets of Ecuador holding a stabbed woman who died in my arms.    
I catch moments that make my heart sing or cry. My camera, passport, credit cards, and photo journal were stolen in Ecuador.  
Why pick me?  It is a time for a new identity.  It is also the right thing to do.  My passion for life is healing.  With an open heart  I offer medicine that heals most diseases.  I heal myself with the magic of film. The medicine of my art will heal the planet.  I have found The Doctor IS In me and I want you to pick me.  We will all celebrate!
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      <category>Ecuador</category>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2012 15:34:27 GMT</pubDate>
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