Garry NewtonGrowing up as one of seven children in small-town Ontario, I was accustomed to hearing and sharing stories. My only connection with the big wide world was through my very devout mother, who sent multiple packages of clothing and other goods to the Cogo. I had to assure her I was not a missionary, but sought her prayers. The Congo at that time was recovering from a nasty civil war, which whetted my appetite for adventure. Read More Read Less