Along the street of Antibes

I left everything behind - my pursuit of medicine, my friends, my life in Pennsylvania, and even my family. And my older brother, Gus, who's now ten feet under.

I feel lost, yearning to be found, because I can no longer find myself. Perhaps Gus is right - I need to discover my own place, hoping it will rescue me from the darkness that engulfs me.

So that's exactly what I did. I ventured into a country, seeking a place I can finally call my own. Everything seemed fine until I experienced a novel emotion I had never felt before.

This question relentlessly occupies my thoughts: Can one save others when they themselves are in need of saving?