We need to choose to live. Continue. Move forward.
I am in the middle of reading an AMZAZING book, My Father,Maker of the Trees: How I Survived the Rwandan Genocide in which Eric
Irivuzumugabe survives the brutal massacre of the vast majority of his
immediate and extended family and how he came back to life after such a
tremendous loss and it leaves me humbled. I have so much in my life- family,
friends, work- I am rich beyond belief in all the things that truly matter.
I remember reading about the horrors that took place in
Rwanda in 1994, but I had not known that there were two previous episodes of
genocide in the country. They were not as large as the Hundred Days that
started in April after the presidential assassination and continued until July
but were brutal, as recalled by Eric’s grandfather.
Eric describes his journey of faith and I am speechless.
Awed. This story is a gift.
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