And here I
sit…
at
Johannesburg Airport, in the same seat of the same restaurant I sat in just 12
weeks ago. Once again, I am waiting on my flight which will take me somewhere
to start a new chapter of my life.
It’s funny
how quickly life can change, how a few days, weeks, or months can alter your
world view and change your life’s path. I am not sure what the last 12 weeks
has done to my life. I may not understand the impact of my time in Uganda for
weeks, months, or even years. My time was short, only one summer of my 23
years, but the things I have done…well, this is a summer to remember.
I came to
Uganda to learn…to learn about the world as well as myself. I have learned a
lot.
I came to
understand more about the how life functions in a developing world. While once
again, I have learned a lot, however my understanding is still far below what I
hoped. Instead, living in Uganda gave me perspective, one that I haven’t
obtained any other way.
In Uganda, I
rediscovered my passion for equality, equity, and compassion. A passion not for
some euphoric goals, but for progress that in a world filled with resources, with
equal access to all.
I remembered
the good in people. Yes, being in a country filled with corruption can make you
jaded, but it only takes one person or one community who, despite unfathomable
hardship, works hard every day to unselfishly help one another.
I have, for
maybe the first time in my life, took a step back. I have taken the time to
read, learn, and challenge my own assumptions. I have learned to think
holistically about the world’s problems and appreciate the complexity of
working in social services.
I have
grown. I have taken the time to sit, to find peace in myself. For the first
time in my life, I want nothing more than to be who I already am.
I realize
that what I have learned may not come to surface until I have the ability to,
through engagement with others, reflect on my time. I find my perceptions often
come out vocally before I have had the opportunity to internalize them myself.
How I see
life in America has changed, both in a disgust with materialism and in an
appreciation for the values embodied by the American people that provide
philanthropy on a global scale. Regardless
of my occasional criticism, I truly am proud to be an American.
In full disclosure, my experience wasn't as "immerseful" as I would have liked. I lived in embassy housing, rode in an embassy car, and ate a lot of embassy food. Would I have gotten more out of my experience living in the slums, maybe. But I learned regardless of the circumstances, you can attend to your surroundings and be present with what is before you.
"The poor don't want you to look like them. They want you to dress in a suit and go get them food and water"- Paul Farmer
"The poor don't want you to look like them. They want you to dress in a suit and go get them food and water"- Paul Farmer
I have felt compassion for a stranger and I have seen things for what they are, not only what they could be. I have been mindful, and I have eaten a lot of mangoes. And in the end...I have done all I set myself to accomplish.
I sit here, waiting to return home more motivated
than ever. To Uganda—someday I will return. To the refugees I spend 400+ hours
trying to serve—I will work to find your family a home and a better life away
from violence and destruction (preferably to the same home you left, but in an
oasis of peace). And to every individual who’s opportunity is restricted
because of where they were born, the color of their skin, or the religion they pronounce—be
patient, be compassionate, and never act in retribution…for our journey has just
begun.
“I have walked that
long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along
the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one
only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to
rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on
the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom
come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.”
― Nelson Mandela
― Nelson Mandela
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