I have always wanted to go on a mission. In fact, it is on my bucket list of things to do before I die. After starting university, however, I found that I was slowly losing myself. I got lost under the pressure so after reaching rock bottom I decided to rip off the band-aid and go for it. That’s how I ended up in Uganda the following summer.
For 6 weeks, I experience life-changing things from being pushed out of my comfort zone to being placed on the right side of reality. I got shown how good it feels to help people and what being grateful looks like. It rocked me back to the basics, to who I was and to who I was in the world. For that, Uganda will always have a place in my heart.
It’s why seeing it suffer effects me so much; I couldn’t go anywhere and not notice Uganda’s need. I saw where street children stayed, but you couldn’t do anything because you had nowhere to put them. I have seen the threat street children have with people of the slums being forced out or even put in prison because the land has now been bought for development. Those that actually had homes were not much better off. Children were on the streets begging and you couldn’t do anything because it would only encourage their mothers to send them back out again. Adults and children alike wore ripped clothes and two left shoes.
So I decided to try and do something about it through a series of sponsored challenges. Although a small dent into the problem is all I can hope for, a life changed is a community affected and of course, a life changed.