In the beginning, there was a black belt in Taekwondo who broke his hand at Chuck-E-Cheese. He was practicing his ninja skills and jumped off the top of the slide to his left arm’s great displeasure. It was so upset with him that it decided to crumple under the weight of his body. It forced him to take better care of it by pouting in a cast for a few months. He learned his lesson. Instead of becoming the Taekwondo Kid, he’s decided to take on the traditional mantle of college. I know this esoteric story because I am him. Through my parents’ hard work and dedication (and with some of mine), I have the honor to be a sophomore at Creighton University. I spend my time getting lost in the opportunities of young adulthood so that one day I will find an opportunity that I want to spend the rest of my adulthood pursuing. When I’m not on YouTube, one can find me exploring different paths of life.
I have just embarked on the greatest exploratory path that I have ever experienced. Traveling to Uganda and creating a documentary on the South Sudanese refugees is a privilege I could never have dreamed of. It’s perfect since my family has visited India before. There my eyes were opened to the differences between my world and the reality for billions of people. My heart couldn’t rest after seeing the poverty there and my privilege here. I didn’t know what to do, and so I distracted myself pretty well once I was back in the US. No matter how hard I’ve tried, there has been a Jiminy-cricket whisper in the back of my heart ever since. Through this Uganda experience, I hope to wrestle with this whisper so that my heart will be at peace.
I hope this post gives a concise representation of myself so that you can understand my interpretation of the group’s Ugandan experience. The extra time that I took gave me the freedom to frolic in the fields of my mind and produce a more poignant and coherent representation of my experience which I personally find extremely valuable, and I hope you do too.