Teresa was a stunning brunette. Smiled all the time. Sang
throughout a trying work day. Being
around her was like being on the sound track of Sound of Music. (For YouTube facsimile of this, click here.)
Her beauty, however, emanated from more than just white nursing clothes and a beautiful voice.
Maybe some of it grew from watching her work with paraplegics who groveled across floors like human slugs, from cleaning up those who lost bladder control long ago.
It was easy to be attracted to Teresa Vericat, and me... I was attracted.
But she had a boyfriend, so I just plowed ahead doing what I thought might impress her and maybe move him a little bit south of the summit on which she had placed him.
It was my last year of Urban Community-Development work that had started with site 1 in the Worli Chawls slum of Mumbai, India. Rumors were out that our UCD group might not be replaced, a Peace Corps mistake to some of us.
In response, I added Teresa's Cheshire Home for Paraplegics & Incurables as my 4th work site, to which I quickly connected a 5th, the John Connon Cathedral School, which is perhaps Bombay's most prestigious college-prep academy.