Typing in 63A on flight 561 from somewhere-out-there 30,000 feet above the Atlantic, I can’t stop thinking about “M”. Of course I’m talking about the children that are “glued” there.

A barage of questions are plaguing me:
How will I respond to what I see?
Will I be speechless? Will I literally embrace the children? Will I engage? Or will the need be so great and the shock so paralyzing that I cower in a stalemate between desire and hopelessness?

I’ve heard from reading stories of holocaust survivors that the people who “lived to tell” were the ones who had a vision for life outside of their confinement….an imagination beyond their immediate darkness. My best guess is the “‘M’ kids” can’t see past their infected cuts, muddy feet, and empty stomachs. You know how it can be difficult to see sixty feet while driving in the rain? Well the “M” children are in a neverending torrential downpour with daily reminders of their living hell.

The other week my 2 year old son was having a difficult time sleeping. I crawled into the lower bunk at his request to “pleez cawdle wid’ me daddy”. In the blink of an eye, morning had arrived and I was laying in toddler urine with my son. (Smith, Im sorry to post this for the world to see without your consent). Frankly, it was disgusting and far from the Saturday morning aroma we dream about in those Foldgers commercials. Betsy (on our team in Uganda) tells me the stench of urine is so strong at “M” that it will make your eyes water. That’s life at “M”.

Africa has some collosal issues and let it be known that I don’t think I have the answers. But I do believe in life vests. Let me explain:

As you know, there is a life vest under every seat on this plane. Mine is there for the grabbing at a moments notice.
Hypothetically, could you ever imagine a situation where someone was drowning, you had a life vest, but wouldn’t throw it to them? We’ve been given knowledge about this heineous place in Uganda and a window of opportunity to throw some life vests.
So off to Uganda we go…

We’ll be blogging and tweeting all week while on the ground in this beautiful country.

Oh and by the way, there is a life vest under your seat also.
– Michael