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  • Part 3 of 4

    I soon realized that my stint at that non-for profit was a bridge towards something else. It was during those days that I had been introduced to World Vision. I had sponsored a child, read about the company, hoping and praying that their financial integrity was intact.

    After meeting with one of World Vision’s employees, I was offered a job to increase their donor base in Long Island New York. I was truly not interested -- I did not consider myself a fund raiser, I’ve never liked asking for money. They insisted. I could work from home. I could set my own hours. They needed me. I accepted, not knowing why.

    When I finally went into the city to sign the paperwork, the first thing my boss asked was if I could travel to Africa within a couple of months.

    “Africa?”, I said, tears in my eyes, remembering Lili, “le bon docteur” and the postcard from nurse Marie, 40 years before.

    I would be part of an all woman’s trip, to Rwanda and Uganda, to familiarize myself with World Vision’s mission and work. I had two months to read up and prepare.

    On July 10, 2004, I found myself in Rwanda. On that day, there were about ten of us in the group. Our guide was a local World Vision employee. We were driven through dusty roads into a small town. We walked along dirt paths surrounded by humble homes, kids following us as if we were the pied piper, big smiles on their faces, screaming and yelling.

    Where was this dirt road going to take me?

    To be continued...

    El camino que me llevó a un camino de tierra en Rwanda
    Parte 3 de 4

    Pronto me dí cuenta que ese trabajo en la sociedad sin fines de lucro había sido un puente hacia otros caminos. Fué en esa época que conocí a World Vision, empadriné a un niño, y me familiaricé con esta compañia, rogándole a Dios que fueran honestos, y manejaran bien las finanzas.

    A través de un empleado de World Vision, me ofrecieron un trabajo para recaudar fondos en Long Island, New York. Honestamente, no tenía ningún interés en ese trabajo. No me gustó nunca pedir dinero. Ellos insistieron, me dijeron que podía trabajar desde mi casa, me necesitaban. Al final, accedí, no sabiendo el por qué.

    Fuí hacia Manhattan a firmar los papeles, y, en esa primera reunión, mi jefe me preguntó si estaba dispuesta a viajar al África en dos meses.

    ¿Al África, respondí, recordando a la joven Lili, "le bon docteur", y la postal de la enfermera Marie, de 40 años atrás.

    Iba a ser parte de un grupo de mujeres, que partiría hacia Rwanda y Uganda. Me quedaban dos meses para prepararme.

    El 10 de julio del 2004, me encontré en Rwanda. Ese día, en nuestro grupo éramos como diez personas. Nuestra guía era una empleada local de World Vision. En una pequeña camioneta, pasamos por caminos de tierra hacia un pueblito. Después caminamos por un largo camino, rodeado de chozas, con un montón de niños siguiendo nuestros pasos, riéndose, gritando, siempre con enormes sonrisas en sus caritas.

    ¿Adonde me llevaría este camino de tierra?

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