I consider myself lucky. Rarely can you find something that juices you on all levels: personal, academic, political, professional, emotional, maybe even spiritual. Of all times, I happened to find that “thing” during my third year of surgical residency. I was fortunate enough to travel with a group of talented, dedicated, and globally minded people to operate and share medical skills, knowledge, and fellowship. Traveling over the past 3 years to Eritrea and Liberia, countries still licking their wounds from recent wars, I had the chance to experience a different type of surgery—challenging in the absence of modern technology, emotionally very raw, and pathologically, at times, horrific.