This post originally appeared on The Huffington Post.
Downtown Monrovia—usually bustling with people—was nearly empty in the middle of the Ebola crisis. Photo Credit: Leah McManus
For most of us, only a handful of moments will etch themselves forever into our memories. For me, one came when I learned that Ebola had broken out in West Africa.
It was December 2013 and I was watching the news. The ticker tape across the bottom of the screen confirmed an outbreak in Guinea. The news anchor didn't even mention it.
Then I watched from afar as the epidemic spread out of control and crossed the border into Liberia, a country I call my second home.