So many times have I almost hit the delete button on a folder labeled “future projects” on my computer.

The images stored inside were too painful to look at.

There are so many future projects in Kenya, and throughout the world at large, if one is so inclined to make a difference.

On our last day in the slums, we go around to various schools looking for people to help on our next expeditions. Little did I know at the time that no future expeditions were in my future. This also led to tremendous internal guilt, as I had given these people hope….only to let them down.

So I put this out there for the world to see….maybe to inspire.

I’ve accepted that what I did was enough. I can now just love the work that we did, the long lasting friendships and connections I made, even if we don’t speak anymore.

The town of Carlisle, England, the 12th century cathedral that opened my heart to help me face my turmoil, guilt and eventual acceptance will forever hold a special place in my heart.

My journey along Hadrian’s Wall continues in the morning. I have two days left, but this walk has become so much more than just a physical accomplishment.

It has become a journey of healing.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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