By Don Rogers_
Where to begin?
Maybe with a father breaking a pencil into five pieces, handing one piece each to siblings in a line, the family too poor to buy five whole pencils at a time. Each child took the very nub required to get an education in a poor rural village deep in southwestern Uganda.
Or perhaps with the seven-and-a-half-mile trek to school. Twesigye Jackson Kaguri’s father’s admonition when he was 4 and couldn’t be stopped that if he really wanted to go to school, he must pass every test, which hangs over him to this day, at the age of 54.
Or a few years later, with the climb that ended with a snap and a broken spear of a eucalyptus branch through an upper leg, bleeding out, endless miles carried on foot to care, a doctor who operated without anesthesia, six months in a hospital, a grandmother who never gave up, who told him she knew God had made him for a special purpose, and that is why somehow, he survived.
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