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Three years ago, a 5 year old boy named Patience had grabbed two of my fingers, and stole my heart. During the intervening months, I started communicating with his father, Fidel, first by letter then by e-mail ... and we became close friends, though we had never met.
This year, we got off the plane in Rwanda, really dragging ... our friend and guide, Deo Ndeze, was there to meet us, his usual big grin a welcome site indeed! We claimed our luggage, and headed across the parking lot to his 4x4.
All of a sudden, a man came running after us, calling our names - it was Fidel, the father of Patience - "Bianca and Bob - welcome back to Rwanda!"
The first tears of joy on our trip - a big hug, before we ever shook hands ... |