Out of Africa (And Four Lessons I Learned)
The children move me. Eyes wide open in wonder of the gray-bearded white man, and always full of joy and laughter, they seem unaware, or at least, unbothered by their…
The children move me. Eyes wide open in wonder of the gray-bearded white man, and always full of joy and laughter, they seem unaware, or at least, unbothered by their…