A beautiful reminder for those of us with deep dreams that will never let us let them go. One day, when our hearts are strong and ready, they will come true.
I do not know when Africa first spoke to me, or even how. With my trip to Tanzania now less than three months away, I still can’t explain the longing to travel so far, on a journey of certain heartbreak and greater joy, to give so much of myself. I know I am not alone in succumbing to the allure of a continent I’ve never seen, of wanting to make a difference in the face of relentless poverty and war, disease and devastating, unimaginable loss.
People young and old have been traveling to Africa for decades to fulfill such philanthropic goals. Yet even though I am going through a program that places such volunteers, nothing about this trip feels conventional or expected. For a month, I will be working in an orphanage in or near Arusha in northern Tanzania, pitching in wherever is needed, from helping out at mealtimes or…
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