<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947</id><updated>2011-10-28T21:23:53.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good for Something</title><subtitle type='html'>"You are good. But it is not enough to be good. You must be good for something. You must contribute good to the world. The world must be a better place for your presence. And the good that is in you must spread to others."  
                           -President Gordon B Hinckley</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-6235606290856390851</id><published>2010-07-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T07:02:03.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulu (Caution, this is not for the light hearted)</title><content type='html'>A few weekends ago some of the girls and I went up to Gulu in Northern Uganda to teach in some of the schools and to learn more about the war that had been going on there since the late 1980's and just ended a few years ago. I haven't had time to write about the whole experience because I have been so busy working on other projects. I want to write about it now though because visiting Gulu has been such an important part of my overall experience here in Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you some background, for the past two decades Northern Uganda has been terrorized by the Lord's Resistance Army (LRA) which is lead by Joseph Koney. At night the LRA would attack small villages, stealing all their food, kidnapping all their children, and killing most everyone else. The children they kidnapped were forced to carry the bags of food on their bags and walk long distances in an impossible amount of time. Then they were forced to either kill or be killed. Often the soldiers would use the children to get information about other members of the village. They would then force the children to go in and attack their own neighbors, killing some and kidnapping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children were so afraid of being kidnapped that every night they would walk up to 10 miles just so that they could sleep within the safety of the Gulu city limits. Children crowded the train station and anywhere else they could find a safe place to sit. These children, known as night commuters, were packed into random buildings so tightly that there wasn't even anywhere for them to lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems everyone we spoke with in Gulu had been kidnapped by the LRA at one point or another. Their only hope of escape was to wait for an air strike by the Ugandan government and to flee in the confusion. Some were to scared to ever escape though, LRA soldiers told them that if they were to ever run the LRA would hunt down their families and kill them all. One man told us of his friends that had been brave enough to attempt an escape. LRA soldiers later found them in their village and as their punishment put them in a pot of boiling water and then forced the other children soldiers to eat them. They were used as a lesson for everyone else who had ever thought of escaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard many stories like this all weekend from people who had experienced the worst of it.  I can't describe to you how it made me feel. The acts committed again these children were so horrendous and yet as you walked through the streets of Gulu you would never guess at it's horrid past. I never cease to be amazed by the resilience of the African people. It seems no matter what happens to them the pick up and carry on with life, all while sing praises to God for the blessings they do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBdWW9nDBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PBqzDmRm2cY/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBdWW9nDBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PBqzDmRm2cY/s400/IMG_1876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494494184094501906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This painting was hanging on the wall of a rehabilitation center for children who have escaped from the LRA. Although the LRA has not been in Uganda for a few years now (they are now believed to be hiding somewhere in The Congo) there are still people escaping from their army and coming to the rehabilitation center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBgj-B6_oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IV0HqKDCoLk/s1600/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBgj-B6_oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IV0HqKDCoLk/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494497716454751874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the buildings where night commuters used to come to sleep at night. It has since been remodeled but at the time it wasn't nearly this nice. This place is now used for a center for women who were once victims of the LRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBittkPgBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kB5fvXGK_Wc/s1600/IMG_1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBittkPgBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kB5fvXGK_Wc/s400/IMG_1871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494500082857246738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More buildings where night commuters used to go to sleep. These building were usually protected by guards at night so that the LRA could not attack the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBi5aS4mDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lIlWIrjn7ok/s1600/IMG_1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBi5aS4mDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/lIlWIrjn7ok/s400/IMG_1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494500283842598962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This man was kidnapped by the LRA when he was a child but wasn't able to escape until recently. When he reached the rehabilitation center he had a gunshot wound do his head and fragments of his skull were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBjxwjOezI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8QHfK21PGPA/s1600/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBjxwjOezI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8QHfK21PGPA/s400/IMG_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494501251889396530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the school's we went and taught at while we were in Gulu. The school had just recently been moved to it's original location after being held in an internal displaced persons camp (IDP camp) for the past several years. People are finally starting to leave the IDP camps to go to their native villages but most of them are being forced to start their lives from scratch. These children didn't even have a proper school house (the building behind them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBjyO--JOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bydhSjgbwTs/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBjyO--JOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bydhSjgbwTs/s400/IMG_1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494501260058830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a mass grave in the place where the LRA attacked and killed a whole village in the summer of 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBkHARXAWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/go32DqPZNVs/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBkHARXAWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/go32DqPZNVs/s400/IMG_1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494501616886677858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An IDP camp. The Ugandan government forced people to move into IDP camps against their own will. The government promised to keep people safe but IDP camps were often attacked by the LRA. The guards were often the first ones to take off running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBkHih18eI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bDK3gWpA-rQ/s1600/IMG_2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBkHih18eI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bDK3gWpA-rQ/s400/IMG_2003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494501626082619874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This man was kidnapped by the LRA when he was 6. He survived as a soldier for 10 years until he got shot in the leg at which point the LRA just left him to fend for himself. He survived in the bush for a year trying to take care of his leg. Finally he gained favor in the eyes of Joseph Koney who agreed to let him be released to one of the IDP camps. In the end he lost his leg and spent years in rehabilitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBkH0YxfTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oJ4uak4Rvis/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBkH0YxfTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/oJ4uak4Rvis/s400/IMG_2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494501630876417330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the group that went to Gulu. Denis (the man) was so kind as to be our own personal guide the whole weekend and put us in contact with the schools we were able to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-6235606290856390851?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/6235606290856390851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/07/gulu-caution-this-is-not-for-light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/6235606290856390851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/6235606290856390851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/07/gulu-caution-this-is-not-for-light.html' title='Gulu (Caution, this is not for the light hearted)'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TEBdWW9nDBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/PBqzDmRm2cY/s72-c/IMG_1876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-7416370853215302551</id><published>2010-07-14T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:14:04.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I can't get the pictures on this posting to go where I want them to go so they are all at the beginning in no specific order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q6Ql96NI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8YcPowAeUq4/s1600/IMG_2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q6Ql96NI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8YcPowAeUq4/s400/IMG_2424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493706451022899410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q6Ql96NI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8YcPowAeUq4/s1600/IMG_2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Waiting for our boda bodas (motorcycle taxis) to pick us up so we can go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q6MNGpUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9Ui4c2J2EhI/s1600/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q6MNGpUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9Ui4c2J2EhI/s400/IMG_2402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493706449844872514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Saying goodbye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q5w8EQlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Eu7mAPVYL9I/s1600/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q5w8EQlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Eu7mAPVYL9I/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493706442525655634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q5w8EQlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Eu7mAPVYL9I/s1600/IMG_2399.JPG"&gt;                            Everyone together. Paul is the top far left and Rose is sitting on the bottom right.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2PXp8W1vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/79UZQj3WIWE/s1600/100_2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2PXp8W1vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/79UZQj3WIWE/s400/100_2108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493704757020645106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camiya was the shyest kid at the orphanage. All the kids were taking turns listening to my Ipod and when it came to Camiya's turn he started whipping out his dance moves. He totally came out of his shell. It was the cutest thing ever. Can I please just bring him home? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2PXddli0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/43A0KUfOiy4/s1600/100_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2PXddli0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/43A0KUfOiy4/s1600/100_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2PXddli0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/43A0KUfOiy4/s400/100_2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493704753670359874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the children could watch a movie with us on our laptop they had to do their night time reading. Colin was reading Winnie the Pooh with me. His English was next to perfect. I know I don't sound that good when I read in Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2OOZGSPWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V2zAxXUUpbk/s1600/100_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2OOZGSPWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/V2zAxXUUpbk/s400/100_1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493703498368433506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the children celebrating right after I told them that we had gathered the funds to help build them a chicken coup. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2OODyTJnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UiSzEThBjsg/s1600/100_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2OODyTJnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UiSzEThBjsg/s400/100_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493703492647462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                      Dance party with the orphans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2OODyTJnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UiSzEThBjsg/s1600/100_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_1" spid="_x0000_s1029" type="#_x0000_t75" style="position: absolute; margin-left: 265.55pt; margin-top: 61.9pt; width: 190.15pt; height: 142.5pt; z-index: -4; visibility: visible;" wrapcoords="-170 0 -170 21373 21640 21373 21640 0 -170 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CCarrie%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.jpg" title="100_1907"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/w:wrap&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;We went and had a slumber party at the St Paul and Rose orphanage last night so that we could share the good news -- we have officially raised enough funds to help build them a chicken coup! Pretty sure Rose and Paul's is my favorite place in Uganda. We couldn't leave Lugazi until we danced at the AIDS festival so we didn’t end up getting out to Rose and Paul's until about 5:00. We were greeted with the same excited banchee calls followed by an on onslaught of hugs as last time, there's nothing like the feeling of having 30 kids attack you with hugs and love every time they see you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Lauren and Ally’s boda broke down on their way out there so as we were standing in the front yard waiting for them we decided to show the kids our dance moves from the AIDS festival. That of course started a big party with singing and dancing. The boys even got a couple of Jerry cans (big plastic containers they use to carry water from the well) and a tin can to use as drums to accompany us. It was actually really cool how legit it sounded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Once Lauren and Ally finally got there the kids wanted to show us that they had been working on their net ball (volleyball) skills since we had last been out there. They even got a net which they tied into the branches of the trees. They played for quite a while but you know me and my short attention span, I was done after about 10 minutes. Cecilly and I grabbed the kids who weren't playing and took them back to the garden where we peeled the bark off the banana trees and started braiding it into bracelets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Picture_x0020_2" spid="_x0000_s1028" type="#_x0000_t75" style="position: absolute; margin-left: 1.5pt; margin-top: 147.9pt; width: 213pt; height: 120pt; z-index: -3; visibility: visible;" wrapcoords="-152 0 -152 21330 21600 21330 21600 0 -152 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CCarrie%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image002.jpg" title="IMG_2299"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/w:wrap&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;A few of the girls and I came up with the bracelet idea while we were bored waiting for Kizza at the mushroom house earlier in the week. It actually makes pretty decent bracelets. I know have one for every limb. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;After dinner we taught the kids how to roast marshmallows. Such joy! They all went out and found their own sticks and everything. We tried to explain to them to hold the marshmallow just above the flame so that it would turn a crispy gold brown but they had their own ideas about how it should be done -- sticking it straight into the ashes until it caught on fire then letting it burn for a few seconds before blowing it out and smooshing it between two delicious cookies. I bet they don’t get treats like that very often, it was so fulfilling to see the looks of pure joy on their face! You would be amazed how quickly a huge bag of marshmallows can disappear. Then again we did have 30 orphans fighting for them.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;After the marshmallow fiasco we asked Paul if he could get the kids to gather around so we could make an announcement. Lauren started by thanking them for letting us come and telling them how much we love them and then turned the time over to me. I got up and reminded them about the project and how we told them we would do everything we could to help them out. Then I told them we found donors. The second the words left my mouth Rose was up out of her chair followed by the children yelling their banchee cheer. It took a good couple of minutes for them to calm down enough to let me speak again. I filled them in on some of the details including the fact that they would be seeing a lot more of us (at least those who are staying). At that point the cheers erupted again and all the kids got up and jumped on me once again attacking me with hugs. It was so touching as they expressed their gratitude, I almost started crying. Everyone was very excited. Paul addressed us after that and once again promised our work and donations would not be in vain. He promised that whatever we gave he would work to make it grow into something bigger. Once again his gratitude was so sincere.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;We were going to go watch a movie after that but Paul wanted to do prayers first. We all crowded into their front room (about 6 feet by 6 feet)and the kids began singing their gospel songs. It was actually really touching if not slightly irreverent. How do you respond to situations like that? I guess you just appreciate the fact that they are grateful for what they have. The singing and dancing was all fun and games and actually really thought provoking. Then they actually started praying. It was one of those prayers where one person is praying and everyone else is murmuring their own prayer. It just reminded me too much of my mission (where "black magic was highly prevenlant)for me to be comfortable. Especially when they asked those of us who are going home to America to go into the middle of the circle so they could put their hands on our heard and bless us so that we could travel safely. As uncomfortable as I felt it actually was really nice to hear them pray for us and to hear them express thanks to God for us being there. After they finished the prayer Paul officially welcomed us to the family and announced that their home is now our home and that we are welcome there whenever we want. Woohoo!! Who would have thought that I would ever have a home in the middle of nowhere Uganda?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The rest of the night was spent watching a movie on my laptop and just goofing off. The kids loved it so much! It’s weird that everything we did was something so normal for us but for those orphans it was something so extraordinary! I doubt if they’ve ever sat in their front room and watched a movie on a laptop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;After the movie they fed us yet another meal. I wonder if they eat that much when we aren’t around. I felt kinda bad that they were giving us so much food, especially when we really didn’t want to eat it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The next morning we basically just ate breakfast and left. It was sad saying bye to the kids for the last time! I’m really going to miss them. I want to see them and know how they grow up and what is happening their lives. It’s hard when there is pretty much no way to maintain contact other than through the HELP volunteers who are only around during the summer. At least Paul has e-mail and can keep us updated. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-7416370853215302551?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/7416370853215302551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok-so-i-cant-get-pictures-on-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/7416370853215302551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/7416370853215302551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/07/ok-so-i-cant-get-pictures-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TD2Q6Ql96NI/AAAAAAAAAJM/8YcPowAeUq4/s72-c/IMG_2424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-2565186005755257991</id><published>2010-06-29T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:24:19.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Giraffes and what not.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went on a safari in Murchison Falls National park on the western boarder of Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrjzaliskI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ucCNYdUQLSA/s1600/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrjzaliskI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ucCNYdUQLSA/s400/IMG_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488449568353989186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Safari started out by waking up at 5:30 AM to catch the ferry across the Nile just as the sun was rising over the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpubThxiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ob9Nvz-zpYM/s1600/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpubThxiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ob9Nvz-zpYM/s400/IMG_1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456079717287458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our team divided up into the separate van's and prepared to embark on the adventure of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrlJFNpZsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BtAhWS4pHns/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrlJFNpZsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BtAhWS4pHns/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488451040085370562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once we got into the park there were animals everywhere! Especially antelope and wildebeests. We snuck up on these elephants as we were winding our way through some pretty high bush.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrmxUPPsTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oxJGarquXyA/s1600/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrmxUPPsTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oxJGarquXyA/s400/IMG_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488452830825001266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorites were the Giraffes. At one point we ran into a huge herd of them. Actually we ran into lots of herds but this one was particularly special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrmxqb8rTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xg5Xx8CCUuI/s1600/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrmxqb8rTI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xg5Xx8CCUuI/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488452836783861042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked our driver what giraffes would do if you got too close and he responded by asking me if I wanted to get out and feed them. Heck yes I did!! It sounded a little too cool to actually work but I was going to give it a shot. I wasn't worried until our guide grabbed his rifle as we jumped out of the car. I grabbed a bush and slowly started walking towards the herd. They didn't actually let us feed them but we did get within about 15 yards. It was pretty awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here is a random fact for you. Did you know that Giraffe's markings get darker the older they get? There was one in this herd that was practically a charcoal color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpuycQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QgWyoqPmyNw/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpuycQ9-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/QgWyoqPmyNw/s400/IMG_1596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456085927950306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After wandering around in the bush all morning and seeing hundreds of animals we finally headed back to camp to get ready for our trip up the Nile. Even our camp was surrounded by wildlife though. There were these warthogs just lounging around all over the place. They seemed domestic enough but a few volunteers experienced just how wild they could be when they attempted to get too close. We were also warned to watch out for the hippos who liked to come up to our camp at night to graze. CRAZINESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpvGGmyII/AAAAAAAAAGk/3AkuGnWiDNU/s1600/IMG_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpvGGmyII/AAAAAAAAAGk/3AkuGnWiDNU/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456091205814402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of Hippos-- we saw lots of them as we rode a boat up the Nile. At one point we got too close to a male trying to protect his herd and he almost charged our boat. I wish I had pictures of it. It was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpv9en3XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aZ63haZQA1s/s1600/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpv9en3XI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aZ63haZQA1s/s400/IMG_1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456106070498674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw lots of Nile crocodile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpvnXkiDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ki-M_Nns60k/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrpvnXkiDI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ki-M_Nns60k/s400/IMG_1619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488456100135340082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And even more elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsATEFq_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/X1B5cALJEzo/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsATEFq_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/X1B5cALJEzo/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488458585765948402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we came around a bend and there were the falls. Can I just say beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsAhI4OUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/czr3jlXT7cw/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsAhI4OUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/czr3jlXT7cw/s400/IMG_1722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488458589544134978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ride back to the camp was nice and relaxing after a crazy day in the bush and the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsBMdS6WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyKRmz5AEVw/s1600/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsBMdS6WI/AAAAAAAAAHU/eyKRmz5AEVw/s400/IMG_1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488458601172494690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day we went and visited a Rhino sanctuary. Rhinos went extinct in Uganda back in the 1980's because of poaching. The sanctuary we visited was the first one to reintroduce the rhino's to Uganda. Now there are 9 of them including a little baby named Obama because his dad is Kenyan and his mom is American. People here LOVE Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsA_369eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H7M6V_ZHpiE/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrsA_369eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/H7M6V_ZHpiE/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488458597794510306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also saw lots of Baboons everywhere we went. They were so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was pretty much our Safari. Pretty much it was one of the coolest things I've ever done! (I know I say that a lot but that's because life just keeps on getting better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-2565186005755257991?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/2565186005755257991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/chasing-giraffes-and-what-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/2565186005755257991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/2565186005755257991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/chasing-giraffes-and-what-not.html' title='Chasing Giraffes and what not.'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCrjzaliskI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ucCNYdUQLSA/s72-c/IMG_1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-3103706787219872933</id><published>2010-06-24T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T04:37:52.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Prayer</title><content type='html'>We went to Rose and Paul's orphanage again yesterday. It was the first time we have been able to make it back since our first couple of weeks here in Uganda. The children were just as excited as ever to see us and were eager to show us all that they have done since we last saw them. Like last time they sang and danced for us even adding a few new songs to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM4e5lWF2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rNgT3xDfePc/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM4e5lWF2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rNgT3xDfePc/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486290874572085090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The children singing and dancing for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our turn, since children here love gospel music and singing about Jesus we thought it would be appropriate to sing them some primary songs, namely I Am a Child of God, and A Child's Prayer. As we stood there singing to them I was very touched as I thought of the love that Heavenly Father has for his children and how he is just as aware of these children as he is of children anywhere else in the world. I am constantly touched by the faith of these children whose lives have been torn apart by poverty and AIDS. Each of them has their own story to tell and yet they are constantly smiling and ever so pleased just to be able to associate with a mzungo (white person). It makes me so uncomfortable the way they treat us as royalty when we have done nothing to deserve it. It is they who deserve the praise and special treatment. They are the ones who have overcome so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM8TJv2M1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/kA5zHz4cQ1o/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM8TJv2M1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/kA5zHz4cQ1o/s400/IMG_1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486295070799180626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Children with the dental kits we handed out after showing them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;how to properly care for their teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team has been thinking for some time now what we could do to help the St Paul and Rose orphanage so that they might better be able to take care of the 27 orphans currently in their care and maybe even be able to take in more orphans. They have acres of crops that the children themselves are responsible for nurturing and harvesting. Unfortunately they are so far removed from any sort of economic center that there really is no market for their goods. What they are able to manage to sell doesn't even begin to cover the costs of the children's school fees which can cost as much as $50 USD per semester per child ($1350 per semester for all of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so drawn to this particular orphanage because Paul has truly taken it upon himself to make these orphans into successful members of society. Beyond sending as many of the children as possible to school (7 have had to stay home this semester because as much as he tried Paul just couldn't pull the school fees together) Paul provides them with practical skills that will be abundantly useful in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem that many of the rising generation face in Uganda is a lack of practical skills. They all want to grow up and have white collar jobs working in an office in front of a computer. Unfortunately this isn't feasible, there just aren't enough jobs. The result is people like our taxi driver who has a doctorate but can't find a job. Turns out education doesn't solve everything unless you have a practical way to apply it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agriculture is something that they will never get enough of in Uganda though. Unfortunately most adolescents consider such skills below themselves. Not Paul's children though, they have been trained in the latest practices and have the opportunity to apply them on a daily basis. Team this with some basic business skills and discipline (all of which are also provided at the orphanage) and the odds are definitely in these children's favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM0hK1czfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3tCjM2u5zjg/s1600/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM0hK1czfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3tCjM2u5zjg/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486286515516263922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Our team with the children. The foreground is filled with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the potato plants that they have planted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the skills that these children learn from a young age they are also provided with an abundance of love and nurturing. It is for these reasons that our team has been trying to help this particular orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul has asked us to help him build a chicken coup so that he can sell the eggs to the endless market found in his area. "I don't want money for school fees" he explained to us, "I want a way so I can EARN the school fees." Paul understands the fact the sponsers dissapear and cannot be counted on in the long run. If he finds someone to pay his children's school fees this semester there is no guarantee that he will be able to find someone to pay them the next semester. He would much rather have an income generating project that would next to guarantee that all of his children would be able to attend school. Consequently his orphans would also be learning how to care for and rear the chickens which is another valuable practical skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond his goal to be able to pay all his children's school fees Paul and Rose would also like to be able to expand their  orphanage so that  he can provide a home for more children. "We have children show up on our doorstep every week asking for a place to live and the best we can do is give them some food before turning them away." Paul and Rose want so badly to be able to help these children but there just aren't enough resources to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately as we ran through Paul's numbers for the chicken coup project we realized that such a project is financially out of the reach of our teams funds for this summer. It broke our hearts to have to tell him this as he looked to us with such hope for his children's future in his eyes. "What if we were to cut the project in half?" he asked. "We could start smaller and then with time we could reinvest the profits into the project and it would grow." Our hearts were torn, even still it would require a substantial amount of money. It's such a worthy project though we couldn't just not try. So we told Paul and Mary we would do everything in our power to help them out. I guess that's why I'm writing this blog; hoping that someone who reads this might be able to feel for these children what I feel every time I look into their hopeful faces and like me have the desire to make a difference in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know I've been doing lots of fundraising projects these last few months and I am so grateful for the generosity that many of you have already shown. I promise that the funds donated thus far have made a difference in the lives of many people. It is with humility that I ask one more time for a helping hand. The total project cost is about $1500 not an impossible amount if we were all willing to work together. If you are at all interested in donating to this cause feel free to email me (sunny5049@gmail.com) and I will provide you with further information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM6Nh2nZHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LTWyX6Rvx6I/s1600/IMG_1336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM6Nh2nZHI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LTWyX6Rvx6I/s400/IMG_1336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486292775167550578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-3103706787219872933?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/3103706787219872933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/childs-prayer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/3103706787219872933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/3103706787219872933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/childs-prayer.html' title='A Child&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TCM4e5lWF2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/rNgT3xDfePc/s72-c/IMG_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-2207625247345434625</id><published>2010-06-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T02:07:08.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good stuff</title><content type='html'>I realize I am ashamidly guilty of talking more about the adventures I have had here in Africa rather than talking about the real reason I am here...to help the people. And the truth is that helping the people has by far been the greatest adventure of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people here in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I have never met a friendlier more humble bunch. I am always amazed at their gratitude for us being here. I try to think of how it would be to have some foreigners come to our home and tell us that they are going to try and help us fix our problems -- I don't think it would go over so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping them fix their problems isn't as easy as it sounds though. Volunteering at BYU's Center for Economic Self Reliance for the past year I thought I had gained a relatively good grasp on development work and what idea's seem to be working and which ones don't. Since I've been here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; I feel like I have unlearned all of it though. That's not true, I still think I have learned a lot it's just hard to apply what I have learned in a practical way within a three month time frame. There is just so much that goes into it and so much of it just depends on the people we are working with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is one of the hardest things; I want to leave here feeling like I have made a sustainable difference in these people's lives but if anything I work on becomes sustainable it is going to be because the people here choose to make it so. Some of the people here have a very good grasp on that; they know that if &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; is going to change it needs to be because of them. Others though, they want us to come in and save them without doing any of the work themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this mushroom house I was visiting the other day for example -- This mushroom house was built last year by the HELP International team but unfortunately because of the rough weather the plastic on the top tore letting water into the growing area. Instead of fixing the mushroom house themselves they waited for us to come back and do it for them. I can't help but think what if we didn't come back? Why aren't they creating a fund from their profits that would go just towards repairs? It's hard because the group that the mushroom house was built for is and AIDS clinic that has been a huge benefit to the community so of course we want to help them but if they aren't building on top of what we have already given them then we aren't doing anyone any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one reason I am so excited to be working with my friend Paul and the Buikwe Village Care (www.buikwevillagecare.org). Paul started Buikwe village care a couple years ago with the intent to use local people and local resources to fix local problems. Perhaps his biggest undertaking has been the support of a school for orphans and children whose parent's can't afford to send them to school. Each of the teachers at the school are volunteers from the local community who only get paid on the rare occasion that the school comes across some money. On top of the school Paul also works with seven different villages who meet on a weekly basis to discuss problems in their communities and how they can can fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent the last week building a mushroom house for one the villages that Paul works with. We have spent almost the whole summer getting ready for this project, from training the village members how to take care of the mushroom house to teaching them general business skills including booking keeping and budgeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose to build them a mushroom house because mushroom's have become a very profitable business as of late here in eastern Africa, a market that has hardly been tapped here in Uganda. He have come in contact with several buyers in the capital of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (about and hour and a half away depending on traffic) that have told us they simply can't get enough mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom houses can provide the owner with an average of about 30 dollars a day of income, about 30 times the average income. Since our mushroom houses will be divided among groups of 15 the income will not be quite so high but collectively it will make a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubanyi, the village we are working with, has agreed that 15% of their net income will be donated to building the next 6 mushroom houses in the other villages that Paul work's with. Each of the subsequent villages have agreed to these terms as well. Once each of the villages have received their own mushroom houses they will all be required to donate 10% of their income to BVC for the creation of additional sustainable income generating projects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Working on the mushroom house with the villagers of Lubanyi was an awesome experience. Let's be honest, they did most the work which I think is how it should be. That way they own the project and really take care of it. The construction took a total of 3 days and now all we have to do is plant the mushrooms which is on the calendar for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwiUE_PJVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dyMBwdku704/s1600/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwiUE_PJVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dyMBwdku704/s400/IMG_2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493303373816866130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unloading the supplies to build our mushroom house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwoh_bBjUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6uOQli1eKvw/s1600/IMG_2063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwoh_bBjUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6uOQli1eKvw/s400/IMG_2063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493310209910738242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                               We had to chop wood with a machete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwppsq053I/AAAAAAAAAHs/HEU9wF4bZl0/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwppsq053I/AAAAAAAAAHs/HEU9wF4bZl0/s400/IMG_2138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493311441827325810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                    The first day we finished the frame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwpqGt4kEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_UUJKhpnATM/s1600/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwpqGt4kEI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_UUJKhpnATM/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493311448819470402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The second day we had to take a break while we were waiting &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                      for one of our partners to get there. The women made us banana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                             leaf skirts and taught us to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwrRUj8OWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/R1ROsLJ9JZU/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwrRUj8OWI/AAAAAAAAAH8/R1ROsLJ9JZU/s400/IMG_2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493313222062389602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You have to cover the inside with plastic so that it stays dark and humid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwrRnTWquI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tLEfmg6rnaQ/s1600/IMG_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwrRnTWquI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tLEfmg6rnaQ/s400/IMG_2213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493313227093093090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then you cover the outside and roof with papyrus mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwsQPz5QWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R0enU-rTjkw/s1600/IMG_2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwsQPz5QWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/R0enU-rTjkw/s400/IMG_2225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493314303118885218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And there you have it. A mushroom house that has the potential to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                 start the path to overcoming poverty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-2207625247345434625?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/2207625247345434625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/2207625247345434625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/2207625247345434625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-stuff.html' title='The good stuff'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TDwiUE_PJVI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dyMBwdku704/s72-c/IMG_2047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-2109136811467542050</id><published>2010-06-15T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:18:50.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Death Experiences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeMklG_qGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2MkhWzkb6rM/s1600/raft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeMklG_qGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2MkhWzkb6rM/s400/raft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483005631411497058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of you know that I thrive on adventure. The scarier the better in my book. I'm always looking for new thrills and ways to push the limits. I know, that probably makes me sound pretty stupid but I have fun with it. I do have one fear though...Water! Crazy I know considering I can never get enough of the ocean and swimming is my favorite sport. Maybe it's because every time I've almost died doing something stupid it has always involved water. Like the time my dad though it would be a good idea to take us to the wedge off of balboa peninsula to go swimming. A huge wave crashed right on top of me and then I kept on getting sucked out to sea until another one would crash on me. I felt like I was stuck inside a washing machine. Finally my brother Larry dove in a dragged me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I was about 12 Larry thought it would be a good idea to take me with his friends to tube Big Cottonwood Creek at the peak of spring run off. There was this rope strung across the creek that we were supposed to grab onto to pull ourselves out. Well, I got the rope but then my tube slipped out from underneath me and the rope was caught across my neck. It took everything I had just to hang on and not strangle myself until once again Larry jumped in and pulled me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So water has always had my respect; I still push the limits but it just freaks me out more than anything. Last weekend I decided it was time for me to conquer my fears; everyone in our group decided to go raft the Nile and there was no way I was going to miss out on an opportunity like that. I played it cool and pretended like it didn't bother me but inside I was secretly sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The section of the Nile that we were rafting is supposed to be some of the best white water rafting in the world. Most of the rapids we went over were class five which is basically the highest you can do on a raft. There are technically class six rapids but those are more for kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got on the river our guides explained to us how to paddle through the rapids and how to stay in the raft. Just in case that was too much to ask they also showed us what to do if we were thrown out of the raft or if it tipped. I thought I had it down but then we hit our first rapid and I went flying. I managed to stay in the raft but some how me and the guy next to me got all tangled up in each other. I think I hurt his knee pretty bad while I ended up with a huge goose egg on my shin. It freakin hurt!! Still, it was like the coolest thing ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I learned how to better handle the rapids and our raft made it through all of them without losing a single passenger (which is actually quite an accomplishment, one that no one else in our group accomplished).&lt;br /&gt;Then we came to an end... a spot that the locals call "the bad place." We asked our guide how bad it really was and he said he had never actually made it through it without the whole raft tipping. "How many times have you been through it?" we asked. "Twice," was his response. Needless to say we weren't a whole lot comforted. He asked us if we would feel better if we changed it's name to fluffy bunny, the water was all white and fluffy after all. Once again, we weren't comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team had been following behind the other rafts the whole day so we always had the chance to watch everyone else hit the rapids before us. When we saw all the other teams go through "the bad place" we decided it really didn't look that bad after all. "We so got this!" we told ourselves. Yeah, they all tipped, but they all came up eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeI4byOn2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kAAKyra82f0/s1600/P6120678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeI4byOn2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kAAKyra82f0/s400/P6120678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483001574459350882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was our turn to go for it, I asked my team members one last time if any of them wanted to take front. I had been sitting in the front all day and quite honestly I was a little bit weary of it. No one stepped up though so I decided just to go for it. We paddled with everything we had until he heard our guide yell "Down, down, down" we all ducked just as a huge wave overcame us. There was no hope of hanging on, bodies and paddles were flying all over the place as the raft tipped and crashed upon us. I'm kinda scared of being under water with my eyes closed so I opened them. I was being sucked down and all I could see was the raft on top of me getting flipped over and over again. At first I saw other bodies but then it was just me, I couldn't breath and I couldn't make it to the surface. I could see it but I just couldn't kick myself free. "This isn't very fun" I remember thinking to myself. Finally the current spit me out and I was able to get one small gasp in before getting swept into another rapid. I got pushed down again and with every second I was getting more and more panicked. Finally I was able to swim underwater to the side where the current wasn't so strong. I came up gasping for air and freaking out because I couldn't see anyone from my team. Finally I saw Ally, she had gotten swept under like me. Everyone else was about 30 yards down stream, apparently instead of getting sucked under they all just got swept down.  It took me a while but finally I was able to reach the safety raft and pull myself out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeKbdskiwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XMi34DhbN1U/s1600/P6120680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeKbdskiwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XMi34DhbN1U/s400/P6120680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483003275779541762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was hands down that was the freakiest thing I have ever done in my life. It didn't do a whole lot to help me conquer my fear either. At the same time though it was probably one of the coolest things I have ever done!! I would totally do it again in a heartbeat. What can I say? I'm a glutten for punishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeKbdskiwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XMi34DhbN1U/s1600/P6120680.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-2109136811467542050?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/2109136811467542050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/near-death-experiences.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/2109136811467542050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/2109136811467542050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/near-death-experiences.html' title='Near Death Experiences'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TBeMklG_qGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2MkhWzkb6rM/s72-c/raft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-5189563404153169540</id><published>2010-06-09T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T05:15:17.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this weekend some of the girls and I went to this place called Sipi Falls. It was this cute little village in the mountains that is surrounded by various waterfalls. These are some pics from the weekend. I would have to say it was one of the most beautiful places I have ever been! It was pretty amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-xMhVJ2qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PuzysLVKncE/s1600/DSC_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-xMhVJ2qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PuzysLVKncE/s320/DSC_0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480794100196825762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the grass huts we stayed in over the&lt;br /&gt;weekend. They were pretty legit. They didn't have&lt;br /&gt;electricity either which I'm not going to lie kinda&lt;br /&gt;freaked me out at night. I had these images of&lt;br /&gt;ravenous monkeys attacking us as we walked&lt;br /&gt;to our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-vCYauWhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LgeIKM1kRwg/s1600/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-vCYauWhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LgeIKM1kRwg/s320/IMG_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480791726982322706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I were roommates for the weekend. This&lt;br /&gt;was our hut :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-qh-4qglI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xlwa8xjpaws/s1600/DSC_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-qh-4qglI/AAAAAAAAADk/Xlwa8xjpaws/s320/DSC_0956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480786772326253138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rappelled down this 300 foot waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't rappelled down anything near&lt;br /&gt;that high before. One of the girls in our&lt;br /&gt;group didn't want to rappel so she took&lt;br /&gt;pictures of us across the way from the lookout&lt;br /&gt;spot. I promise if you zoom in on this picture you&lt;br /&gt;really can tell that that little speck is me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-t4ZDqxgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RPFvHjdL8EQ/s1600/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-t4ZDqxgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RPFvHjdL8EQ/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480790455843735042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture while I was rappelling.&lt;br /&gt;The girls in my group made me go first because&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one not freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;The scariest part though was when I got&lt;br /&gt;over the ledge and looked down and&lt;br /&gt;realized there was no one belaying me from&lt;br /&gt;the bottom. Totally not what I expected to&lt;br /&gt;see. The rope barely touched the ground too!&lt;br /&gt;It was rather disconcerting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-s9EWqMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0rlGdPririg/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-s9EWqMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0rlGdPririg/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480789436673962658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to hike through all these small&lt;br /&gt;villages to get to the waterfalls. The kids were so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-sUpO9KyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nLGNCa40wZY/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-sUpO9KyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nLGNCa40wZY/s320/IMG_0645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788742199126818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping behind the waterfall. This one is for&lt;br /&gt;you Rick!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-qTlbq_rI/AAAAAAAAADc/8PZ_D1AVyyU/s1600/DSC_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-qTlbq_rI/AAAAAAAAADc/8PZ_D1AVyyU/s320/DSC_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480786524975595186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture doesn't even do it justice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-pD8Lt6QI/AAAAAAAAADU/hvG-nEMGXvk/s1600/DSC_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-pD8Lt6QI/AAAAAAAAADU/hvG-nEMGXvk/s320/DSC_0861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480785156693158146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second highest waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-wDqsoKEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fw1adzcbzY8/s1600/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-wDqsoKEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fw1adzcbzY8/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480792848580749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the monkeys I was afraid were&lt;br /&gt;going to attack us while we were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;They were all over the place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-5189563404153169540?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/5189563404153169540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-this-weekend-some-of-girls-and-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/5189563404153169540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/5189563404153169540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-this-weekend-some-of-girls-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-xMhVJ2qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PuzysLVKncE/s72-c/DSC_0782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-1530926060971833757</id><published>2010-06-04T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:32:02.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martyrs Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was martyrs day, a national holiday here in Uganda. The holiday was made to commemorate 25 Christian pages who were martyred because they refused to renounce their faith. Christianity was a new faith in Uganda at the time and the King was threatened by it. He was worried that the Christians would revere their God more than they revered him and so he decided the religion needed to be eradicated all together. The young men who were martyred were forced to walk 18 miles with their ankles and necks in shackles until they arrived at the place where the king regularly performed executions. There they were beaten nearly to death over the course of a week. After all that they were rolled up and bound in dry leaves and papyrus and layed in a circle (kind of like the way you lay down logs when you are going to start a bon fire. They started them on fire from the feet up in hopes that the pain would cause them to renounce their faith before it killed them. Instead of rescinding their faith however; the young man laid there singing praises to their Lord until their last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-zcqJgLLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kDpn0SEJWso/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-zcqJgLLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kDpn0SEJWso/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480796576465038514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Martyrs day (and in the weeks leading up to it) Christians walk from all over Uganda as well as Kenya, Tanzania, and Rwanda to Namugongo, the place where the martyrs where killed. Lucky for us the village is just a couple of hours drive from where we are staying. We all thought it would be really neat to travel with the pilgrims and see what the experience was all about. When we arrived at the site we were surrounded by millions and millions of people who had come to pay their respects. I'm not going to lie, it was kind of crazy but at the same time it was a very spiritual experience. They have two memorials set up for the dead. One is a huge church where the Catholics go and the other is where the men where actually burned and burried. That one is run by the protestant religions. Both groups believe that the men who were killed died for their specific religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-zdLE_IkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/w_MPL7-EO9c/s1600/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-zdLE_IkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/w_MPL7-EO9c/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480796585304465986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very sobering to see what early Christians went through to establish their faith here in Uganda. Now it is the most popular religion in the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-1530926060971833757?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/1530926060971833757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/martyrs-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/1530926060971833757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/1530926060971833757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/martyrs-day.html' title='Martyrs Day'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/TA-zcqJgLLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kDpn0SEJWso/s72-c/IMG_0583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-6316759241949297867</id><published>2010-06-01T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T02:52:54.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Stories</title><content type='html'>I've been sitting here for a while now thinking about what I should write about...I could write about the food: Mostly rice and beans, just like the mission. I could write about all the other things I have eaten by accident like cow intestines. I don't recommend that. I could write about the cultural differences like how Ugandan time is about 50 times worse than Mormon standard time. If a partner tells you they are almost there or they will meet you in 15 minutes you better plan on waiting around for another hour and a half ATLEAST!! I could even tell you how a couple of the girls and I crashed a wedding at the Catholic church on Sunday with 19 couples getting married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write about all those things and it would give you a pretty good idea about what it's like here. None of that compares to the stories of the people here though. Specifically the women since those are the ones I work with most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I went around to the houses of some of the women I am going to be working with in a women's group here (the one I mentioned earlier that makes jewelry to sell in the states). Most of their houses were small one room apartments smaller than my bedroom at college. They would have their whole families crammed into these tiny little spaces. All of the women have been abandoned by their husbands or simply don't live with them because they are polygamists and these woman have been rejected by the other wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Florence for example. Florence gave birth a week ago to her fourth child. She didn't want anymore children but for men having lots of children is a status symbol in the community so her boyfriend insisted. Florence's mother left her family when she was young and her father quickly remarried. Her step mom didn't like her much so she sent her to the city to live with her brother and to go to school. When she arrived in the city her sister in law wouldn't allow her to go to school though, instead she made her take care of the house and her nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was 17 her step mom forced her to marry a man twice her age who already had 5 other wives. The other wives were much older than her and really didn't like her so Florence was often persecuted and rejected. When Florence was pregnant with her first child she ran away to live with her mother but because she was pregnant her mother made her return to her husband. 5 months after her first child was born she finally left her husband for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence eventually remarried, this time to a man she truly loved. She had two more children with him before he was tragically killed in a car accident. She spent years trying to support herself and her children, barely scraping by day by day. Eventually she had to send her children to live with their uncle because she simply couldn't take care of them. Her current boyfriend refuses to help support children that are not his. He is abusive and beats her on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Harriett. She's the first person I have actually met with full blown AIDS even though you can see the effects of it everywhere here. The day she found out she had AIDS was the day her husband died. That's who she got it from even though she never even knew he had it. Unfortunately she also passed it on to her two children. She always knew they had it but she couldn't bring herself to tell them until her daughter started dating some guy seriously. He left her when they found out she had it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriett has been rejected by everyone. Even her husbands family treats her as an outcast even though it was him that gave it to her. Because she has AIDS she is not able to work, no one will hire her. Without work she has not been able to take of herself in the ways that she should, especially considering her condition. Her only friends are those whom she works with at Musana. It's her first job she's been able to have since she found out about the terrible disease. Because of Musana she is finally able to rent her own place small as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run into stories like this every day here. It seems like everyone has a tragic past that has had a profound impact on their lives. It truly makes your heart go out to the people and wish there were more that you could do to help. That is one of the frustrating things about being here, there is so much need and so little we can do. We are working hard though and have done some great things so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-6316759241949297867?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/6316759241949297867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/amazing-stories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/6316759241949297867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/6316759241949297867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/06/amazing-stories.html' title='Amazing Stories'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-141032875652959293</id><published>2010-05-24T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:20:47.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St Paul and Rose Orphanage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uHtrhaY5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/X4X6p023H5U/s1600/P5220858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uHtrhaY5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/X4X6p023H5U/s320/P5220858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118990845698962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it is cool that we are so close to Kenya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uHtvZkHQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hog8AZISO3M/s1600/P5210847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uHtvZkHQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hog8AZISO3M/s320/P5210847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118991886523650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the garbage pile in our village.&lt;br /&gt;There are always children picking&lt;br /&gt;through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uHtVHr-BI/AAAAAAAAACs/J02oV7bBQUM/s1600/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uHtVHr-BI/AAAAAAAAACs/J02oV7bBQUM/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118984832219154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to the Uganda vs.&lt;br /&gt;Kenya soccer match at Mandela stadium. It was&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: So I know my grammar and spelling on most of my posts is really poor. I should take the time to go over them and edit them but that would simply just take too much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I had the coolest experience I have had thus far in Uganda. I didn't have a whole lot planned for the day so our country director convinced me to go with her and some of the other volunteers to an orphanage in some random village. I felt kind of bad since it wasn't my area of expertise but like I said, I didn't have a whole lot going on so I figured what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost ended up not going because when we got to the taxi park we found out it would take 90,000 shillings (about $45) and 2 hrs to get out there. When we called Paul (the person who runs the orphanage) though to tell him we wouldn't be able to make it he just sounded heart broken. We quickly changed our minds and told him we would be there as soon as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours later we finally arrived in the village where the orphanage was located. Another mile hike down a desolate dirt road and we were there. Rose (the wife of paul) ran ahead to let the children know we were there. It caught all of us off guard because she started screaming like a banchee to get the children attention. All of a sudden out of nowhere 30 children came running at us from behind the house yelling and cheering. We were overwhelmed as they nearly knocked us to the ground with one huge group hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uCv-LfYGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iBDjQ0dWmhw/s1600/100_0980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uCv-LfYGI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iBDjQ0dWmhw/s320/100_0980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475113532655624290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village where the orphanage is Located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uDiYxf94I/AAAAAAAAACM/1UWBfA80Jfs/s1600/DSC01401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uDiYxf94I/AAAAAAAAACM/1UWBfA80Jfs/s320/DSC01401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475114398787827586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the bead necklaces that the orphans&lt;br /&gt;make to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uDiEdmeJI/AAAAAAAAACE/xZpO-LgyBh0/s1600/100_1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uDiEdmeJI/AAAAAAAAACE/xZpO-LgyBh0/s320/100_1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475114393335658642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children eating dinner. All they had was&lt;br /&gt;matoke :( (mushed flavorless bananas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uDhxX9WaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KAJcY-QxqTI/s1600/100_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uDhxX9WaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KAJcY-QxqTI/s320/100_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475114388211718562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us eating dinner. It was our first time actually&lt;br /&gt;eating with our hands. We got G-nut sauce with&lt;br /&gt;our matoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once things had finally settled down a little bit all the children started singing and dancing as the y welcomed us to their humble home. Tears almost started streaming down my face as I saw these children who barely had clothes on their backs and only a few pairs of shoes amongst the whole group and yet they were so excited and grateful we were there. It was especially touching as they sang about Jesus and how they always knew they could count on him to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the singing and dancing was over a few of the children gave presentations that they had prepared on topics such as AIDS and the effect is has on Ugandan children and what it was like for them being street children before they came to the orphanage. They also showed us how they farm their own crops and take care of their animals. I was very impressed with how disciplined they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day just hanging out with the orphans and assesing what we could do to help them. We are really working to find some income generating project for them so that they can better take care of the orphans they have and maybe even take in a few more. They have about 10 acres of land that is owned free and clear by Paul and Mary but since they live out in the middle of nowhere there really isn't a market for the produce they grow. Lucky they are able to feed the kids but they still need money for school fees and clothes. Lauren and I are racking are brains for some sort of sustainable project that we can implement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot express to you how much I was impressed with the children there. They all just seemed so happy and grateful for all the many blessings they have. When we asked them what they like to do for fun they said they love to fetch water and farm the land. I thought how different that was from any sort of answer you would get from a kid in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't realize when we went out there that since we were in the middle of nowhere there would be no way to catch a taxi back. We were supposed to be home for curfew at 7 (when it get's dark here) but it wasn't until 6 that we even realized we had no way to get home. The kids begged us to spend the night with them even offering us their beds. We seriously considered it but we had all long since run out of water and they didn't have any purified drinking water to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shoudl have seen their faces when we told them we wouldn't be able to stay. It was heart wrenching. So after some Matoke (mashed up flavorless bannanas that are eaten at every meal) and g-nut sauce (the equivalent of runny salty peanut butter) we were on our way. Paul was able to round up a couple of boda bodas (motorcycle taxis that are kinda scary) for us to ride the hour back to the nearest town. It was dark by the time we left which kind of made us all nervous but it was sooo worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article doesn't even begin to describe the amazingness that was the day but hopefully I will be able to post some pictures later that will give you a glimpse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uFo8COCAI/AAAAAAAAACk/h5hszod21VY/s1600/DSC03420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uFo8COCAI/AAAAAAAAACk/h5hszod21VY/s320/DSC03420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475116710355666946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children showing us their garden. It was&lt;br /&gt;my first time actually seeing how pineapples grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uFomxUEXI/AAAAAAAAACc/X7YhvZJ6wOQ/s1600/DSC03432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uFomxUEXI/AAAAAAAAACc/X7YhvZJ6wOQ/s320/DSC03432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475116704647614834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids thought it was hilarious when&lt;br /&gt;we gave them piggy back rides and raced.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the jugs the children used to fill&lt;br /&gt;with water. They walked back carrying them&lt;br /&gt;on their heads. We of course were useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-141032875652959293?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/141032875652959293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/st-paul-and-rose-orphanage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/141032875652959293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/141032875652959293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/st-paul-and-rose-orphanage.html' title='St Paul and Rose Orphanage'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S_uHtrhaY5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/X4X6p023H5U/s72-c/P5220858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-6368357241233522165</id><published>2010-05-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:08:34.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1me5jUaKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZmtfnRrgIuc/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1me5jUaKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZmtfnRrgIuc/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471141803356088482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school room at the local primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1mepYrMVI/AAAAAAAAABk/IXXncOYt-oA/s1600/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1mepYrMVI/AAAAAAAAABk/IXXncOYt-oA/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471141799016477010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1meH7nsiI/AAAAAAAAABc/V1l1WUvofec/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1meH7nsiI/AAAAAAAAABc/V1l1WUvofec/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471141790036242978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Children's ward in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1md_7tB_I/AAAAAAAAABU/OrEhO2txEw8/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1md_7tB_I/AAAAAAAAABU/OrEhO2txEw8/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471141787889108978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking showers in the rain after having no water&lt;br /&gt;for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1mdlE_oDI/AAAAAAAAABM/RNAhNwaorDo/s1600/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1mdlE_oDI/AAAAAAAAABM/RNAhNwaorDo/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471141780680319026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A womens group that makes necklaces and sells&lt;br /&gt;them online to people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1if1QPqFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Lfa-QfTTWvs/s1600/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1if1QPqFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Lfa-QfTTWvs/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471137421335701586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Village Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1ifq_b_QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uGqlLYQAEEc/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1ifq_b_QI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uGqlLYQAEEc/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471137418580851970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room BEFORE we moved all our stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;There are seven of us in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1ifSrVa5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ED31MfsyaNs/s1600/DSCN0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1ifSrVa5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ED31MfsyaNs/s320/DSCN0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471137412054084498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jinja branch Primary. Cutest Kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1igSE7zNI/AAAAAAAAABE/v8Chg6KQow8/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1igSE7zNI/AAAAAAAAABE/v8Chg6KQow8/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471137429072891090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom houses (they are currently in&lt;br /&gt;between growing seasons) I will be working a&lt;br /&gt;lot with these this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the most amazing person today. His name is Wilson and he is in charge of the Youth Outreach mission here in Lugazi. He seriously is on a mission to change the world. As he told us his story he explained that he felt from the time that he was very young that he felt it was his responsibility to help his people. His whole story is seriously just amazing. I felt like I was at an EFY talk or something as he explained to us that if we put our faith in God and work our very hardest we will be able to make a difference. He is only 21 years old and yet I feel like he is one of the wisest people I have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something that I have really be impressed with here in Uganda. As we have been getting to know people and how we can help I have really be impressed how the locals have taken matters into their own hands. These projects are being led by them, not by us. We merely have the time and the knowledge and the man power to provide them with what they need. It makes me feel so much better about working with them because if they own the projects then that means things will keep on going after we leave. I can't wait to start getting to work next week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-6368357241233522165?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/6368357241233522165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-room-at-local-primary-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/6368357241233522165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/6368357241233522165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-room-at-local-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S-1me5jUaKI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZmtfnRrgIuc/s72-c/IMG_0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-1329062660145792311</id><published>2010-05-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:17:21.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koloa Hospital</title><content type='html'>Today we visited the hospital where we will be doing a lot of work this summer. It was definitely an interesting and sad experience. The childrens ward was the most depressing their methods just looked so archaic it reminded me of something you might see in an old school movie. I wish I could post some pictures but internet is sooo slow! I'm not sure if I will be working in the hospital much since it isn't really my area of focus but I might go every once in a while just to help out. I would especially love to go on their outreach projects to different villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of... Andrea asked me to explain to you guys what it is like where I live. We are living in a little town called lugazi. I think the population is about 35,000 so it is pretty rural. We seriously live right in the thick of the poverty which is a humbling experience. Our house is obviously the biggest house in the neighborhood by far other than our next door neighbors. (It would still be considered a very small house in the states maybe about twice the size of my apartment at college) We all love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electricity and water where we live is a bit iffy. The electricity only works about half the time and the water works even less. Before today we went three days straight without any water. Luckily our drinking water is all in jugs but still, we didn't have any water so shower with or even to flush the toilet with. That is what I was going to say last time that was so gross... since we couldn't flush the toilets for like two days some of the people in our group finally resorted to using the restrooms in trash bags placed in small buckets. I was grateful I never got that desperate :) It was pretty bad not being able to shower either. It finally rained last night so a few of the girls and I went outside in our bathing suits and showered in the rain. It's the only shower I have had since last Saturday. Luckily the water turned back on today though so as soon as we get home we will all be able to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in town knows who we are and were we live. The other day we got lost in some other neighborhood and all the little street children showed us how to get home. It made all of us laugh. The kids here are so precious here. Everytime we walk up or down the street they all run out and grab our hands and just walk with us until we finally insist they go back to their moms. They are too shy to actually talk to us but they love just holding our hands and walking. If all our hands are taken the other children stand on the roadsides and shout "hey mzungo, hey mzungo" (Hey white person, hey white person) over and over again while doing a little dance. It is so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part we will do our work here in Lugazi which means pretty much everything is within walking distance. Every once in a while though we will be branching out and going out into the more remote villages which will be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food has been pretty good so far except it is all fried and they don't really eat meat other than fish. I know meat isn't my favorite but I could never be a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are moving along. We are spending this week looking at all the different projects just so we have an idea of what the needs are and how we can help. Next week we will start dividing up into groups according to our interests and go to work. I can't wait!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well back home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-1329062660145792311?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/1329062660145792311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/koloa-hospital.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/1329062660145792311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/1329062660145792311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/koloa-hospital.html' title='Koloa Hospital'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-3703408720238659178</id><published>2010-05-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:07:12.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I finally made it to the internet. I planned on my blog being a detailed travelog but I can already tell that there just isn't going to be enough time. I've only actually been in Uganda for 3 days and already there are hundreds of stories that cool be told. Unfortunately I guess I will just have to keep it to the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took longer than expected to actually make it to Uganda. After waiting 5 hours on the plane to leave from London to Entebbe (Uganda) the cabin crew came over the intercome and told us we wouldn't be able to fly that night and we would have to wait until the next night. Obviously we were all dissapointed but I was impressed how well all the kids travelling with us just kinda laughed about the whole thing. It helped the the airline was required to put us up in a hotel and pay for all our food. Ufortunately our hotel was out in the middle of nowhere so it didn't meant that we got to spend any extra time in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived in Uganda last Saturday with the 5 other girls who were on my same flight. I'm not going to lie, I was super tired but grateful for the change to hit the groud running. The house we are renting actually wasn't ready for us when we arrived so we spent all day Saturday trying to clean it up and put everything together. It was a good bonding experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church yesterday was AWESOME!! We went to a little branch in a village that is about an hour away. They had stake conference the Sunday before so this week was fast and testimony meeting. I was so impressed to hear the testimonies of the people. They were so simple and to the point but you could honestly feel that they just know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sacrament meeting a couple of the other girls and I decided we wanted to go to primary just to spend time with the kids. We went in there and sat with the kids patiently waiting for the teacher. We had been sitting there for about ten minutes when finally a man came in with a container full of lesson manuals and pictures. We asked him if he was a teacher. He looked at us quizzically and responded, "No, you are" We were totally taken of guard. We had no idea what to do with 30 kids for and hour and a half. We held our own though and the kids were sooo precious! I have never seen such beautiful children in my life!  One of them was crying so I just held her in my lap and she clung for me for the rest of church. My heart just melted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we worked on our first project: Adobe stoves. First we went around and checked out all the people who had received stoves last year and how they have benefited from them. Then one of our partners showed us how to make them. It was lots of work but oh so fun. We had to stomp the clay ourselves. At first I was nervous to be trudging around in the mud barefoot but at least if I get some parasite we are all going to get it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned in Uganda is that if there is something to go wrong it will. We have adopted the phrase "If life gives you lemons make lemonade" each time something goes wrong we call it a lemon and just laugh about it. The funniest was last night. . . actually I probably shouldn't write about it, it's kinda gross but if you want to hear a really funny story let me know :) Even with everything going wrong though I have really been impressed with our groups attitude. I haven't heard anyone complain about anything, most of the time we just find ourselves busting up laughing. It's a good thing because we have 16 people living in a three bedroom house (plus a garage which 7 of us our sleeping in). It would definitaly be a challange if we weren't all so easy going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish I could tell you all everything but there just isn't enough time. I guess I'll just have to give it to you piece by piece. For now though I hope you will all find it comforting to know that we are all safe and having the time of our lives!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-3703408720238659178?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/3703408720238659178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-i-finally-made-it-to-internet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/3703408720238659178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/3703408720238659178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-i-finally-made-it-to-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074857678736408947.post-8142728584738022665</id><published>2010-04-28T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T14:45:04.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week and counting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S9ioTBXDZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_NgdkL8XD54/s1600/ugandamap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S9ioTBXDZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_NgdkL8XD54/s320/ugandamap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465303192550205266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, in a week I will be fulfilling my life long dream of going to Africa. Thank's to all of you who have helped me reach this goal!! While in Uganda I will be helping women and AIDS victims build their own businesses as well as working on several other humanitarian service projects. (I'll get home just in time for Beth's wedding. I can't believe my little sister is getting married!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't going to set up a blog for the time while I'm in Uganda because I've heard the internet is so spotty but my friend got there yesterday and her blog seems to be working just fine so I thought I would give it a shot. I don't know if I'll really be able to post pictures or anything. Word on the street is that it takes way to much time to load the pictures with the slow internet so we'll see how that works out. If nothing else I'll be sure to keep you guys posted about the people I meet and the places I see and I'll try not to bore you all to death :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2074857678736408947-8142728584738022665?l=carrieinuganda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/feeds/8142728584738022665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-week-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/8142728584738022665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2074857678736408947/posts/default/8142728584738022665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carrieinuganda.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-week-and-counting.html' title='One week and counting.'/><author><name>Sunny5049</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03188027423345882866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TxKVYXbEoDg/TZlM-laEmdI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZeliazGhqks/s220/IMG_0404.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hX-TIjGJ1t0/S9ioTBXDZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_NgdkL8XD54/s72-c/ugandamap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
