Monthly Archives: July 2011

Ziwa Rhino Sanctuary.


Ahhhh just got back into my latest hotel room in Masindi, Uganda! It’s absolutely beautiful, and my group and I spent most of our evening sitting by an outdoor fireplace under the stars. The stars are INCREDIBLE here by the way!

I wasn’t able to write yesterday because we were so busy with our research meetings and assessments, but now I have time to fill you all in. I’m finally beginning my weekend adventure in Uganda’s National Park. We are all getting up at 4 am to go on a safari! It should be an amazing day. After the safari, we are going on a boat ride on the Nile (with hopes of seeing some friendly hippos and crocodiles) and then doing another game drive in the evening. Don’t worry, I’ll have pictures to prove it when I get home!

Last year, after brunch with some girlfriends in Dinkytown, I walked by a small bookstore with a cart of used books sitting outside. The first one I saw was a small book with a plaid cover. I brought it inside and asked how much it cost, and out of pure kindness the owner told me to take it for free. I rediscovered the book while packing for my trip a few weeks ago and decided to bring it with me. Who knew such a little book could be so full of good advice.

“Never decide to do nothing just because you can only do a little. Do what you can.”

“Every now and then, bite off more than you can chew.”

“Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.”

“Don’t overlook life’s small joys while searching for the big ones.”

– Life’s Little Instruction Book

Today I met Mercy Akello, a 13-year-old P-7 (7th year in primary school) student with extremely short hair and bright eyes. She was timid, but I know that she is bold at heart because out of the 1,600 students at Lira Integrated School, she was the one who wrote me a letter.

When I asked Mercy why she chose me out of our group of visitors, she thought for a minute, choosing her words carefully and trying to translate her thoughts into understandable English. She said, “Sometimes you see a person and you know that they are great. I looked into your eyes and I knew that you were a good person.”

I struggled to hold back tears at first, but then I smiled and told her that I know exactly the feeling she is talking about, and that I felt the same thing as soon as I met her. That made her smile too.

Mercy told me that next year she’ll begin secondary school, another 6 year process. After that, her dream is to travel to Kampala (Uganda’s capital) to attend University and become a doctor.

As I walked away from our meeting after saying goodbye and promising to talk with her again, I was overwhelmed with the sadness and injustice of her situation. Mercy is HIV positive, but doesn’t know it. The irony in her aspiration to become a doctor is that her mother and brother both died before reaching an age that would have allowed them to complete the required schooling to become a doctor here. The irony in her name is that although she doesn’t know it now, mercy is something she will be praying for some day.

I can only hope that the medication she is taking is sufficient to keep the HIV under control. It makes me wonder what percentage of children with HIV escape the development of AIDS and live to become doctors.

I decided that I’m going to give a small amount of money to the headmistress of the school to pay for postage so Mercy can send me letters, and I’m determined to find a way to keep in touch with her while I’m abroad. I wrote her a letter in response and gave it to her today, and I’m expecting another hand-delivered letter from her tomorrow.

Again I find myself struggling to accept the things that I cannot change, but maybe a “pen friend” as Mercy calls it, is enough to make the small change that I can.

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