So why am I going to Africa? Why Uganda? Why the northern frontier town of Gulu to be exact? It just happened to be the place I felt I could do something good. A place I could be stretched as much I could possibly be stretched. I'm going on a journey, for myself, for my growth and development as a human being, and I am going for the people of Uganda who surmount challenges every day I can hardly imagine, such as starvation, illness, violence and a lack of basics. I am going, not to fix anything, achieve anything, or become anything. I simply feel that I need to go, and thankfully, I have the chance to go now.
I sit in my favorite cafe, a block from my house, and write this first entry. I hold on to my experiences here with a certain intensity, a certain tenderness, knowing that my perceptions, my attitudes, my whole life will change dramatically in one week, and although I fear change and uncertainty as much as any other person, I know this will do me so much good. Maybe, I can do something good for someone else while I am there too.