I was wondering last night during dinner with Angeline as I was picking up a plastic chair at Acholi Inn to join us at the table, that I have no issue with leaving. As I have mentioned before I have struck a remarkable balance of a memorable 6 weeks, but when thinking of hitting the road on Saturday, I feel no twang of remorse or sadness. I wonder if that means I am without compassion, that I have no heart or passion for these people? I don't think that it does; perhaps God made me in such a way that I can fully enjoy an experience and move on so that I may move forward with whatever dreams may come. All of our Ugandan teachers are constantly remarking that "you can't leave us" and I think that they say this with the utmost sincerity, but I cannot sincerely reply "I don't want to leave you either" because the fact of the matter is I do want to come home, does this mean that I am not made for such work - that I am callous to the plight of a people? How is it that we humans can walk barefoot in the same dirt and yet I can still be satisfied with my available doormat to brush mine off with at the end of the day? I am not in anguish or turmoil over this, but as I was lifting the plastic green chair from its relaxed position last night, I could not help but consider such notions.
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