My Nonprofit Reviews

I remember well waiting in line at the Lusaka airport ready to board the flight home -- first stop London and then on to Boston. Suddenly a Zambian woman I had met briefly ran up to me, gave me a big hug, and cried out, "please don't forget us." I was stunned and speechless. I had just completed certainly the most memorable two weeks of my life - visiting children left orphaned from the HIV-AIDS scourge; being greeted by aunts, grandmothers and sisters who were caring for the children; watching young adults from Boston singing songs and bringing joy to the children; and working with on-the-ground medical and educational services to etch out some hope for a better life and future for these children. Forget? I don't think so. What I was thinking was what can I do for the children when I return to Boston and how soon can I get back to Zambia.