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  • In 2004, I realized my dream of going to Africa, a dream I had held on to since I was in high school and corresponded with Albert Schweitzer. Visiting Rwanda and Uganda, traveling with a group of women representing a large humanitarian organization. I have never seen such hunger, poverty or pain.

    In Uganda, I visited a high school and met a young girl named Fausta. She told me she wanted to be a business woman -- just like me. She was beautiful, she was intelligent and she was, as many of the other children I met there, an orphan.

    I asked the organization if I could “sponsor” her and was told she was too old. I also was privately told that she was HIV positive, although this was never confirmed.

    We corresponded for a few years, and then we lost touch with each other. She called me mom.

    Fausta! I had never forgotten her and often wondered how she was doing and if she was still alive.

    A few weeks ago, she looked for me and found me in Facebook. I cried.

    She is still beautiful. She still calls me mom. She tells me I have a grandson, called Arthur Samuel.

    Arthur, like the King and Samuel, like the boy who heard God speak to him in the night, I tell her.

    En el 2004, cumpli con mi suenio de visitar el Africa, un suenio que mantuve desde la secundaria, cuando correspondia con Albert Schweitzer. Visite Rwanda y Uganda, viajando con un grupo de mujeres representando una gran compania humanitaria. Nunca vi el hambre, la pobreza y el dolor que vi en esos lugares.

    En Uganda, visite un secundario y conoci a una chica llamada Fausta. Me dijo que queria ser mujer de negocios, como yo. Era hermosa, inteligente, y como muchos de los chicos de alli, huerfana.
    Me hubiera gustado “adoptarla” pero la organizacion me dijo que ya era demasiado grande, y que, ademas, era HIV positiva, aunque nunca lo pude confirmar.

    Por algunos anios, nos escribimos, Fausta y yo, pero despues perdimos el contacto. Me decia "mom".

    Fausta! Nunca la olvide, y muchas veces me pregunte come le iria y si todavia vivia.
    Hace un par de semanas, Fausta me busco y encontro en Facebook.

    Sigue siendo hermosa. Todavia me dice “mom”. Me cuenta que tengo un nieto, que se llama Arturo Samuel.
    Arturo, como el rey, y Samuel, como el ninio que escucho la voz de Dios en la noche, le digo.
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