When I was a junior in college, I watched a film that changed my life. It was called Invisible Children. This documentary was filmed by three ordinary young guys from California and told the story of the war in Northern Uganda. A rebellion army was stealing children from their homes at night and forcing them to become soldiers. They were forced to kill or be killed. It told of the thousands of people that were being relocated to displacement camps. Hunger. AIDS. War. Fear. Death. Hopelessness. This all had a face now, and I stared it straight in the eyes. My heart broke for the suffering of these people. I feel like it’s considered cliche to be an advocate for Africa, but a passion stirred within me. Africa captured my heart, and a dream was born. I wanted to go to Africa. Making this dream a reality seemed pretty distant. Have you ever looked up how much a plane ticket from Georgia to Uganda is? Definitely a discouraging number to a poor college student. Nevertheless, I was determined. I sold my Auburn student season pass for $400.00 and started my official Africa fund. The plan was to save a little money each month and let it add up. Between bills and every day expenses, this plan didn’t last very long. I started researching opportunities to travel to Africa with different ministries. I’ve had two friends go to Africa through AIM, so I spent quite a bit of time on their website. I then discovered the World Race and saw that the August 09 race route included Kenya, Uganda, and another African country. The rest is history.
