Giving...

Rodrigue and I had finished our first day together training the Kammengo kids, and we were exhausted.  The Sun had turned the tilted concrete court into a baking pan, and our feet and our heads had melted just a little throughout the course of the day.  I'm sure the black Big Bangs shirts added somewhat to the heat.  We hadn't thought far enough to even consider what we would be eating that night, which is not altogether surprising for us, as we seem to get caught up in the rush of every camp, no matter where we are. As we sat on the plastic chairs in the courtyard, a tall, black, short-haired woman walks in through a side door, strides over to where we're sitting, and announces that dinner is ready... some women seem so perfect for motherhood, and dear Agnes was a mother to all she encountered. Fresh avocado, pineapple, even sweet bananas, all were laid out for us.  Like the doting mother she was, Agnes made sure we both had our full share, and continued to...

Response to Tory Shepherd's article on ThePunch. Oh Tory. You call bullshit… let me start this with three words as well. Please call me. Three little, simple words, written by my friend and colleague from an ocean and a continent away.  In under 10 seconds, he had posted a message to me on Facebook and I had replied and made contact by phone. If this doesn’t rank as one of the most boring stories ever published, I’d be surprised. And yet this is an extraordinary leap in technological capability, which even a decade ago was not so simple, which 15 years ago was definitely more complicated, more convoluted, far more frustrating and difficult a task. My friend was in Iligan, Philippines.  A tropical storm had hit the islands and destroyed the home base of our Philippine branch of the not for profit we run.  It had also, tragically, destroyed his home village. In a very short timeframe, we managed to coordinate a funds transfer, donation requ...