When I took a job in Guatemala City in 2012, I spoke no Spanish. I arrived and felt dumb for 6 months straight, as I learned the language informally. After a year or so, I was still frustrated by the feeling of fear and social anxiety that I would get around sounding dumb when I spoke Spanish.
I tweeted about the story of the heroic paramedics in Guatemala City. (I don't know I influenced them for sure, but Vice Magazine later covered exactly this story a few months after my tweet where I tagged them).
When a documentary team reached out, I arranged to host and interpret Spanish for the filmmakers that wanted to cover the paramedics' day-to-day.
We were turned down for a ride-along with the municipal paramedics and thought the project was lost. But I was able to talk our way into the central station of Los Voluntarios, a well-known volunteer paramedic force that works in some of the most difficult, dangerous conditions in the world. So we filmed with them instead.
I credit the high-stakes of speaking Spanish this night for helping me become more adventurous in the language (and in life).
Here's what happened. See the final segment by the documentary team in the caption below.
A late night ride-along with Guatemala City's volunteer paramedics, who face the bitter fruit of the 'War on Drugs' each day. This is my own 'b-reel' – the final segment is here.