I have been home for about 1 hour. Since then I have taken a
hot shower, stretched my body, and called my mother. I am now standing in the
vitamin section at Trader Joes with a basket of food in my left hand and a
bottle of Omega 3 in my right. I am so glad to be home. My body is tired but I
am comforted by the fact that I left my comfortable couch and bottle of wine
waiting for me. As I stand here, it hits me. Those kids are still over there.
They are right where I left them. What a weird feeling this is… I am not
feeling convicted or charged but it’s an awareness and it’s awkward. I can’t
ignore what I have seen. Let me rephrase… I absolutely can ignore what I have
seen but I can’t let myself. If I am any kind of decent man I have to take some
sort of action. I realize I don’t have the love capacity that others have but I
need to start somewhere. As long as I fill the space in my heart that’s been
reserved for people who need help then I am doing well. I have left Uganda with
a new appreciation for my life and the people in it. I am truly blessed.
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| Wilson and I above the river Nile. |
