Farewell to Cape Coast
Well, I have to admit—I am glad this week is over! Not all weeks can be great, and this one definitely qualifies as one of those . Thankfully, nothing is permanently damaged, and for that we are very grateful. The challenges began Monday morning when one of my favorite African friends at the distribution center texted me to say he was being replaced and would no longer be working there. This was devastating news. That center was one of my favorite places to serve because of him. He was always cheerful—singing, grateful, and appreciative of our help, however small it may have seemed. He has an incredible mind and is one of the few Africans I have met who truly understands things sequentially and orderly. We could ask him anything about Africa and he would happily share. He, in turn, asked questions about North America, and we learned so much from each other. He is a wonderful young man and promised we would stay in touch. Needless to say, my heart was broken. I pulled myself together ...