The Influence of One
This piece is in relation to my friend Beatha. She is a strong woman, she is one of those people whom you know have so much stored in fathoms where you wonder if your soul has been or ever will be. I met her in my global politics class last year. I did my research paper on the Rwandan genocide of 1994, and she offered to share her story with me. Something that had previously been an abstract, unbelievable holocaust to me, became more real. One person's story makes these massive monstrosities come closer to home. At the same time, knowing one person, who has almost literally been through hell, and seeing them in every day life, laughing, joking, makes me somehow feel connected to these stories. It's hard to express feelings that arise in response to such things. I am just thankful that I met Beatha. I feel like it puts my life into a more healthy perspective.
posted by Leah at
19:49
2 Comments:
Today my International Development prof told us how, when he lived in Uganda, he was tortured by Idi Amin's soldiers. He's talked to us about the poverty there before, but never this. It was terribly strange hearing it first hand. And stranger still is how he seems to harbour no feelings of hurt or resentment, instead, he focuses on the whys of it, what can be done, and how things can change. He has a huge beautiful smile that rarely leaves his face. He's so sweet and positive. The human spirit is an incredible thing.
PS- i love your new blog title!
9:02 PM
yes. the human spirit never ceases to amaze me.
my blog title is from Dr.Zeus' book on colours and moods- it's phenomenal, i think more adults should read Dr.Zeus.
xx
2:19 PM
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