As patients began to flood into the clinic, more and more issues came about. There were no chairs for triage, no space for the charla, and the dentists were working in different rooms -- absolute chaos. Each E-board member was directing a different portion of the clinic where we were all panicking. I attempted to organize the dental charla.
During our first round of the dental charla, several children shoved their neon colored toothbrushes in my face as I attempted to stay calm and squeeze toothpaste as fast as I could. In the middle of being overwhelmed by the simple task of squeezing a tube of pink, candy flavored toothpaste, a pair of wrinkled arms tightly wrapped themselves around me. I gasped and clutched the toothpaste. To my right, there was a lady glued to my side about half a head smaller than I with gray hair in a brown clip with rhinestones. I had nearly covered her in sweet smelling pink goo. As I tried to collect my thoughts, she continued to bear-hug me and simultaneously rock me back and forth. She whispered, “Muchas gracias, Muchas gracias, Muchas gracias.”