I pulled out that old blog post about Monica and my adventures with bringing her back to the states, but there was a lot more to that second trip to Uganda that's worth revisiting. Especially this little guy...
Lokute's story is a longer one than I'm going to retell here, (You can read old blog posts about him here) but it was an important one. It gave me my first real glimpse of village life. My first real heart break at not being able to care for someone the way they deserved. It was a new kind of heartbreak and a new passion. I was just starting to step into my role as a nurse, just beginning to find my niche. Uganda was where I first began to develop a passion for moms and their babies. That was also the first time I was called to come help deliver a baby (of course, I had no idea what I was doing yet and was completely terrified).
One of the things I'm most excited about for this trip is the fact that I now am experienced in my field of expertise. I know my stuff. And I cannot wait to see where I'm going to get to use that experience.
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