An hour passed before Michelle graced the doorway of Rachel's room. She held in her hands a bed-friendly tray containing a glass of water and a plate of crackers and slices of cheese-- simple food.<br/><br/>She knew culture shock hit like a ton of bricks  even under ideal conditions. And Rachael wasnt the first "unwilling" newcomer she had tended to.<br/><br/>Her mind drifted back to when she was in her shoes. "You have to eat," she told the new girl, hefting the tray. "It'll help."<br/><br/>She stood there in the doorway, waiting.