Time Will Tell

All of our heads are filled with ideas on what to do moving forward. Going back, I fear I won’t do this trip justice when all my friends ask about how it went. Possibly, no words can do it justice. As we ride back to Entebbe, I’m starting to feel the exhaustion of the constant shedding of the old me and creation of the new me. My heart now contains pieces of the genuine seminarians, dedicated students, and good-hearted individuals that will stay with me forever. I hope the next phase of my life makes them proud, as I proceed through life as a young individual living for more than just myself now. Only time will tell whether out impact on the world is big or small, but there is no question if there will or will not be an impact.