• “Pray for Bob, Daddy”

    (From the earliest pages of Nathaniel’s African journal, circa 2001.)

    I am quickly developing a favorite time of the day here.  It comes at the end, at what we call Tuck-In Time.  Not because it means the kids are quiet (well not only for that reason) but because I find them especially sweet as they prepare for sleep.  It is a special time for the soul to be alone with thoughts, dreams and worries.  I get to know my kids most at this time.

    Every night, my staff and I go through the routine of tucking in the covers and pulling the mosquito nets down over the little beds.  Then, I go back for individual goodnight-rituals with each child.  With my precious three-year-old girl, Ayine, I stick my head back in and under her net to steal one last kiss.  And she always pretends to try and get away from me, but her giggle on contact gives her away every time.  And, after I turn out the light in the boys room, eight-year-old Ronald always says, “Daddy, come back.”  So I creep back through the darkness to his upper bunk where, every night, I find his lips pressed against the inside of the net.  He insists on his goodnight kiss.  They are all different, and all wonderful.  And I am never more keenly aware of that than I am at bedtime.

    Last night, after all the little rituals were complete, I turned to leave.  Then I heard another voice.  It was Ivans. (We dont know how old he is. No one does, but we guess him to be between eight and ten.)  The little voice in the darkness said, “Pray for me, Daddy. And pray for Bob.”

    Bob? Who is Bob?  I started to ask.  We dont have a Bob.

    Then I remembered Ivans small file.  One of the few pieces of information it does contain is the name of Ivans little brother: Bob.  I wondered where he was that night.  I wondered how he was.  I wondered how long it had been since these precious little brothers had seen each other.

    My heart did a quick rewind to my own bedtime thoughts as a child.  My worries.  My dreams.  I remembered worrying about my little sister, Hannah.  And how I would contemplate the anger I felt for those who had teased her cruelly.  Or how I would laugh to myself about my own big-brother-practical-joke of the day.  Sometimes, I would dream about her future, and hope that it would be wonderful.  But never once did I wonder where she was.

    My children are so needy.  Their bodies are losing a war against a vicious disease while their hearts are aching because of the horrible losses already suffered at the hands of this killer. 

    Some people say that my willingness to help these children is amazing compassion.  If they could be with me at Tuck-In Time, though, they wouldnt see it that way.  They would see it as I do: as a simple, logical response from one heart to another, and as an extraordinary blessing from Gods hand to my life.

    Thats what it is.  A blessing.  A dream come true.  I now know that when the Divine drops a vision into your heart, all you must do is act.  I have often said that, in the beginning, the reality of AidChild was on the opposite side of a river of impossibility.  But once I made up my mind to find a way to cross, I easily located the stepping stones that would lead me to my vision.  The stones were many, but they were there.  All I had to do was move.

    I was never more grateful for those stepping-stones than I was last night, now on the other side of the river, standing in the dark room of our home.  I breathed a simple thank you before I walked back over to Ivans bedside and knelt down.  As I laid my hand on his little head, I cleared the emotion from my throat, and then quietly said, “Yes, Ivan. Ill pray for you.” He opened his nearly blind eyes, and looked directly at me as I added, “And Ill pray for Bob, too.”

  • Can you fund a university scholarship for our kids?

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    It only costs $1,500 per term to fund tuition, housing and associated fees for one of our kids at Makerere University (one of Africa’s top ten schools)!

    There are three terms each year, for a total of $4,500 per year.

    Can you help?  We will name the scholarship after you or whomever you wish, creating an important legacy through the transformational power of higher education for our dear kids.

    And it’s as easy as clicking here.

    Thank you for your consideration.

    Ritah & Rogers on their way to the university!

    Ritah & Rogers on their way to the university!

  • Great news article about Dorah!

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    Life’s Precious Gift: A Second Chance

    Tuesday, July 2, 2013

    Life is precious and each day is a gift.

    While that goes for everybody and everywhere, when Uganda’s Dorah Wanyana Dunigan awakens, she knows perfectly well the gift she’s received. It’s the gift of motivation to be the best she can. It’s the desire to give back, to make the world a better place. And it’s all because she was given, perhaps, the greatest gift of all: a second chance.

    This young woman, on a daily basis, moves closer to her goal of becoming a doctor. She’s committed to her education and determined to find a cure for what ails her and millions of other men, women and, especially, children in her country.

    Dorah, age 20, is… (Click here for the rest.)