Do you have a Story to tell?
Perhaps a dangerous adventure or a life threatening situation away from home.
At a favorite gathering place I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a couple of weeks. We had the usual chit chat to catch up. Then suddenly he interrupted: “Hey, I just heard a hero story about you!”

I'm glad I never got to see him when he was alive. It was tough enough having to deal with his one hundred ninety pounds of dead weight all zipped up inside a sleeping bag. I didn't want to know what he looked like.

Africa has always fascinated me ever since I stumbled across a copy of Mungo Park’s ‘Travels in the Interior Districts of Africa’ when I first starting my teacher training back in 2008. It led me to accepting a job as in an independent primary school teaching the British curriculum to expat and local families in Nairobi, Kenya. Though Park’s book detailed his journey across West Africa, the mystic of Africa was a compelling reason for me to accept the job in the other side of the continent.

It was the end of the summer of 2001. During my first summer break as a student I had worked out in California on the “Work USA Student Scheme” for the last 3 months and had spent the last few days in Nashville, Tennessee, a stopping point before heading back to New York for the flight home.