When you immerse yourself in African culture, you suddenly feel your heart swell with love. Your spirituality reaches heights you didn't think you could achieve. And your understanding that We Are All The Same becomes fore front in your thinking.
You see children laughing and playing and overjoyed to see you arrive. You carry around 3 children at a time. Never do you have a free hand for your hands are always tightly woven to those of several little ones. You sings songs not caring what your voice sounds like. And even if you have not been in church in many years, you sit in a service here and are drawn in by the incredible singing and dancing and deep faith of the Ugandans. And you like it like that.
You also hear the cries of pain in these children and women, knowing they have no access to medical care. And you cry too. And then you cry more later. You see 5 and 6 years old who are now the parents of younger siblings. You see them walk all day in the hot sun carrying their brother or sister on their tiny backs. You watch the children hand pump water from the well then carry these very heavy loads back to their homes, repeating that several times a day. You hear the children's coughs from TB, feel the heat from their fevers from malaria, you see a small dish of rice that will be the entire meal for a family of 5 that evening, you hear the children tell you that even though they cannot go to school they yearn to be doctors and teachers in their country one day. You want to give them hope. You see the tiny grave markers where children who had no hope are buried. And you cry some more.
Yet every day here I see someone with seemingly nothing from a material perspective give whatever they have to someone else in need. It makes me think that if each of us in this world did just one thing for just one person in the world, what a wonderful world this would be for so many more people.