According to our “world” I would have to call this young man a stranger. But he touched my heart that day just because he wanted to share a brief moment together on a special day in his Rwandan village. I am so different from him and yet he seemed like a part of me as I clutched his shoulder. There is comfort in knowing that we will meet again and we will not be strangers…and until then, I choose to call this special young man my friend and more inspiration for the second half journey.
