This is the book I just finished reading a few weeks ago. In my mind, an epic. A novel which should be read, contemplated, and internalized.
It is the story of Valentino Achak Deng, one of the Lost Boys of Sudan, who came to the United States as a refugee after living in two different refugee camps in Ethiopia and Kenya before which he fled Sudan in order to live.
It is a story of true fear, true courage and true survival. A story of kindness, forgiveness and reality. A story with a message, if you so choose to listen to it.
Reading this book was actually one of the goals I listed on my required goals for job performance for the year 20010-2011.
My relationship with Sudanese refugees began 7 1/2 years ago when I started my job as patient care coordinator at the UNMC HIV clinic.
7 1/2 years ago, I viewed taking care of this very special group as one of the most challenging, and thus frustrating, parts of my work.
7 1/2 years later, I view taking care of this very special group of people one of the most challenging, and thus amazing parts of my work...and it a privilege to do it everyday.
In the past 7 1/2 years, I have gained a great respect and adoration for the refugees of Sudan. As United States citizens, we think we know a lot about fear, hunger, survival, and hardship. In some ways, we do.
I think that I can honestly say that I know alot about grief. But, I certainly don't know what it is like to have my village burned and my family, friends, and neighbors killed at point blank before my eyes.
I can say that I know fear. But, I certainly don't know what it is like to cross the wild open lands with a vague destination in mind in the middle of the night to avoid being killed by armies, but to risk being eaten by lions.
I can say I know uncertainty. But, I have never wished to move to a foreign land for the sake of a better life. A land where I don't know the language and the culture. A land where there are things I've never experienced, but a land where I am expected to be instantly self-sufficient. A land full of new concepts like time, technology, health care, grocery stores, money. A land where globally, I will not be respected, though I dream of going there.
This is the life of so many of those I serve. And for them, I have a profound adoration. They have changed me. They have made me wiser. If you're up for a good read, be challenged to learn from their story.

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And there are plenty of Sudanese here in Grand Island that I deal with as well. I also found out that many of them are Catholic. But that was only after the funeral home called me after one of the murders. They are really exceptional people, though I don't quite understand them yet.
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