Love casts out demons

This story starts like any Halloween tale: on a dark, rainy night in a far-off place. But, this account—unlike the usual Halloween narrative—will warm your insides. It’s also true.

It was dusk in the foothills of Darjeeling, India when I schlepped through misty streets and entered a dilapidated hospital. I was met with gnarly images of sickness and deformity. I bear-hugged my hiking guide in the lobby, then we walked through the dingy hallways to visit a patient, my friend from the nearby foothills. We opened the old, creaky door and stepped into the room. 

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