Never have to go back again.

Well, here goes nothing. The internet has been down for two days which was a blessing because we could put this off until now. Yesterday was a very hard day for the group. In the morning we made our way to Kigali to the Genocide Memorial with Vincent. Mama did not come along, because she is in the process of buying the house in between her house and the kids housing. In a word it was brutal,for me even the second time is still heartbreaking. It is an extremely hard thing to face and come out with your sanity in tact. It brings up so many questions about right and wrong and the world as Americans know it. To even imagine that 5,000 troops could have saved 1 million people but were not dispatched, but moved out of the country..is terrifying. If the USA can not represent what is good and right, who will? The Christians, where were we? Everyone above the age of 16 in Rwanda had to live the horror of genocide. 1 million people died for absolutely no reason, except they were the wrong tribe. The memories still haunt those who survived. When/If they talk about it to us, their eyes still fill up with tears. It makes me, personally feel like scum. The schools bring you up with such a loyalty and closed-door view of our lifestyle that when you find out the atrocities that we could have prevented, you feel personally responsible. This is pretty much yesterday's sentiments. Yes it was a good thing the internet was down. I don't know how civil I could have been yesterday. Do you notice that SM ( Super Megan, in case you forgot) isn't her normal jolly self? I just can't explain it to you until you have gotten to know the people of Rwanda and the tragedy of it all. Well I'm not quite sure how to tell you about today apart from happened yesterday so...page break. I woke up. Mama went to Kigali to get the house. They asked for the signature of her husband. She replied that he was either in Heaven of Hell and they could go get it if they wanted. Pastor Sunny thought that was rather clever. Helen and Pastor Sunny went shopping in Kigali with a list from the other members. Mom, I got your order of baskets along with some comedic comments about getting so many of them. While the two were shopping, the others including me went to see the babies. I spent a lot of time holding Johnny, Sarah, Rebecca, and Claude. I came back to the house after lunch and was working on the video for next Sunday night. We will be having a covered dish meal and speech about the trip, 8/28/11 at Christ Church McKeansburg. We will be serving some Rwandan food which you can eat. I'm stuffing my face with what you bring; I miss American food. A taco, cheeseburger, lasagna, and one McDonald's sweet tea would taste great right about now. Anyways, back at the ranch, the internet finally came on, so here I am blogging. I spent the rest of my day watching Dada get her hair braided with extensions. It looks amazing. I might try it some time haha. Wonder where you can get that done in New Ringgold. It takes 7 hours to do one person! I wonder how it would look if I got black extensions and got it braided, probably like a skunk. I also talked to Diesco, Deborah, and Liliane about the schools in America until dinner. The usual followed, food, worship, blog. Even though I have to note that our worship message was given to us by a 7 year old and it was excellent. Just saying. I'm heading to bed, so goodnight yal!