Humbled

I continue to be humbled by those around me-- the other night, for example, we were talking about the situation with Kony and his whereabouts. One sister from the north was telling us about how he cut off people's ears and lips, if not more. She was laughing lightly when she started telling us about when the LRA abducted her and her counsins. She talked about the bush and about running, about fear. She was seated under the dining room light, where insects enjoy gathering, and swatting them off of her habit-- something I usually joke with her about-- somehow I couldn't.