Amidst all of the excitement and joy about being with the kids at Musana, we were humbled by some of the grim reality all around us in Uganda.  There were kids on the outside of the fence at the Musana compound who called out to us each day 'Mzungu Mzungu', longing to be part of the fun...oblivious to the circumstances that brought the Musana children to this place.   It was still hard to see those big bright smiles and those beautiful dark eyes and not want to love on all of the kids - regardless of which side of the fence they were on.  Inside the fence, the stories of the kids are just heartbreaking...parents lost to AIDS, children orphaned by landslides, surrendered or abandoned by their parents who could not feed another mouth...and yet they find a way to smile and care and laugh. 

On our last day in Uganda, we came across a man laying along the side of a very busy road, people passing on foot and by car all around him.  Some even slowed t ostare at him. He appeared to be dead.  Darren went to check on the man and the security guard at the bank nearby told him to let him be.  The man had apparently been beaten by a mob for committing some unknown crime and left for dead in the middle of the street.  The guard had pulled him to the side of the road.  Darren went to the clinic not far away and offered a small fortune by Ugandan standards ($600) for someone to treat the man..and they refused.  Was it fear? Was it inhumanity? I just don't understand....