My heart is filled with tears at the horrible trauma inflicted on the innocent civilians of Rwanda by their own neighbors. Where do the Genocide survivors get the power to face their every day insurmountable challenges?
Where do they get the power to live normally again, despite the vacuum of irreplaceable loss, despite the mountain of setbacks and obstacles on their path? Where do they get the power to laugh and sing again?
I ask all these questions because the rest of the world is having a hard time forgiving and overcoming the trivial stuff within our own neighborhoods.
These emotional hurts and slights are nothing compared to the trauma suffered by Rwandans since April 1994.
I am filled with admiration because these innocent citizens who are mostly half my biological age have proved themselves to be much stronger and wiser in handling adversity.
Their bodies and families may have been broken into several pieces but their persistent courage has won a resounding victory against the peddlers of rabid hatred and violence.
The global village is walking today in their amazing footsteps of forgiveness