When I had given up my old life so long ago I had never imagined that I would end up where I had. Grand visions of feeding the poor and making a difference had filled my head. I had been tired of being detached, feeling like I made little real difference in the lives of the people I was assigned to help, so I had given up the powers and the celestial prestige in order to get my hands dirty amongst the people I wanted to help. The gritty reality of the material world was far different than it seemed from above.
My Writer's Cramp 