My second day of visits was much easier on my heart than the first.  The needs still seem insurmountably great, but the unbroken and unbreakable spirit of the people here in Uganda is infectious.  Due to hurricane-heavy rains in the morning, we were some three hours late getting started.  Upon arriving at the first site, located in an area with vast numbers of children, especially the orphaned, we were greeted by a large crowd of excited, curious young ones.  The kids outnumbered the adults by approximately three-to-one.

 

There are not quarters to house the children, 60 of whom have no parents.  The school has five teachers who service some 175 children in all.  There are no toilets and among the needs listed on a report put together by the lead pastor was “bore hole,” which must be the Ugandan equivalent for “drain.”  Not even a drain to carry human waste underground.  You would never know that the people lack anything, however.  Their faces reflect an attitude of quiet kindness.  

 

At the second site I was offered a hand wash before eating.  Brown water was the water for cleaning, but I did not feel right refusing it, or the stew, rice, and banana dough I was given to eat by hand.  Sanitary conditions are a luxury of the wealthy, and I have always enjoyed them without thinking twice.  Why should any child have less?