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I spent that last half of my day hanging out with a bunch of Dominicans, joking, laughing and frankly just having a good time. When we left (after bowling, going to the boardwalk and speaking lots of Spanglish) Kelsey, one of my sisters, turned to me and said: “All those people are nicer than any of the missionary interns I met with earlier today.” Why is this? How can someone so easily say that a bunch of random (unsaved) Dominicans are nicer in everyway than a bunch of people doing God work?
-MCW