What Eight Weeks in South Asia Taught Me About Access
It's early morning in Old Delhi, and I'm watching a line of homeless residents wait patiently for a standing chest X-ray, one after another. At the same time, a health worker carefully records each person's contact information into an archive so they can be found again if something comes up. No fuss, no resistance, just people quietly showing up for themselves. I remember thinking: this is what “access” actually looks like. Not a supply chain diagram. Not a slide.
