Today is the day the residents of El Fracatan get their asses handed to them about why they never got their kids' birth certificates. Well, maybe not so antagonistic-like. It'll be an informational meeting, a "taller" (workshop) for them, so that they know the process and the necessary steps to take in order to procure this all-important document. This meeting will set them toward changing their children's lives for the better. We hope.
Moral of the story: What do I do? Do I just sit and watch, and nod my head? Or do I pretend to have the slightest smidgen of authority on the matter?
I'm standing on the precipice of really starting my investigation into this threadbare community. Complete with voice recorders, consent forms and delicious shantytown coffee (I mean that seriously). Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I'm scared shitless. Not because I think I'll screw it up (how many possible ways could I do that, highly unlikely), more because I ain't never done did nothing like this before.
Feel free to leave me some gratuitous moral support.
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Here's some retroactive moral support. From your telephone report it sounded very successful and you done good too. Feel free to tell us more!
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