Meant to Be (part 3, final)
Of all the weird things I’ve asked people to do with me, I think this one takes the cake. On one of my annual visits to India I went on a motorcycle tour. It came highly recommended and we were told it would be a really fun time. And it was, but not in the way we expected. We visited the Mother Theresa house, Garbage Mountain (where our motorcycle broke down in front of a pile of dead dogs), a…