I know this title is bland. But it’s the only way I can think of to characterize the story that I’m about to tell.
I travel to Africa for the first time. I meet Jon. Jon takes a photo of me in a Tanzanian orphanage, with a baby named Praygod.
Praygod and me at the Nkoaranga Orphanage in March 2007. (Photo: Jon Hrusa) Continue Reading
Five years ago today, I came to Africa for the first time.
Over the last few days I’ve been thinking a lot about this impending anniversary, pondering what to say about it on my blog. I have many thoughts on the subject, but one thought keeps recurring: I can’t believe this all started just five years ago. That day — March 6, 2007 — feels like five lifetimes ago.
I considered trying to recount what happened that day, and summarizing how it brought me to where I am now. But that would be the longest blog post ever written. Instead, I’m going to talk about Jon. Continue Reading