…that one day I’d be crying in the bathroom at one of my favorite coffee shops.

I couldn’t wait until I was home to start watching this documentary my boss and friend Chip, the leader of my Zambia trip, gave me about malaria in Africa, so I pushed play on my laptop while I was at the Java Lounge…my roommate sitting across from me and the noise of other people filling the room. I was warned to watch it alone but I thought I could make it without shedding tears. Little did I know, it would only take a few minutes for me to be in the bathroom, leaning against the wall, with tears coming from my eyes.

There are people…real people…with lives just as important as our own. They laugh, cry, and view their lives in the same way we do. But man oh man, do they have struggles we will never see. And, in just 6 short months, I get to help pass out bed nets to people whose lives will literally be saved because of it.

Shared above (click the title of this post or copy and past below)is one of Chip’s blogs…his thoughts after watching this very same documentary. Honestly, I just don’t know how else to put it.

http://chiphuber.blogspot.com/2010/10/weeping-because-of-malaria.html