
In the summer of 2010, we went to Peru. After a week of teaching abstinence classes in schools, Travis came down with a fever, and the world almost ended. He lay in bed, sucking down Gatorade, popping pills and getting back rubs. It was a rough couple of hours. But in the end, Travis did not die. He took some Cipro. A few days later life was back to normal.
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