Back Out Into the World. This time, East Africa.

As I watch the U.S. and the World zig and zag in this direction and that, I keep telling myself that all we can really do is what we can. So, between a couple of pretty brutal jury trials coming up, I will start gearing up for another adventure. I'll be somewhere in East Africa working with some extraordinary people and trying to contribute in the only way I know how. That being said, I find it likely that I'll gain more than I contribute. The work is real, meaningful and I am extraordinarily lucky. 

At the same time, I look forward to those moments when life squeezes through and grabs on, when I will hear a phrase that will stick with me. I recall one when I was in Northern Uganda, the epicenter of the Lord's Resistance Army and listening (and drinking substantial amounts of . . . something) to a Congolese Reggae Band when a bunch of my local friends grabbed me and pulled me into an open field under a star-filled sky with apparently only one goal in mind. I still remember it, "Come on Jack, we are going to teach you how to dance like an African." I laughed so much, I cried. 

This journey has certainly been one worth living and I have no idea how this one will play out but even if nobody tries to convince me to dance, I'll dance anyway. And if I cry, it's only because my dancing skills have certainly brought many to tears.