Nancy Daniel WessonHonestly, when I began, this is not the book I set out to write. My initial intention was to share what it was like to totally step out of the mainstream and jettison a business, an old identity and comfy-trappings at a time when most of my friends wre planning cushy retirements. I felt driven to share this rich world I experienced in Uganda, and I had so many stories to tell, I literally couldn't carry on a conversation without another one spilling out. As I told these tales to friends, and spoke about my experiences at various events, people admitted to being shocked out of their safe-zones into a realization of their lack of awareness of their own privilege and of the challenges other people faced, just to survive. After seeing what Ugandan children sacrificed just for the privilege of going to school, high school students, bored with life and school, left with a little more appreciation for the opportunity to learn. I thought these stories were worth sharing, and as a writer...well, I had to write! As I wrote and got to what I thought was going to be, "The End," I realized it wasn't the end at all. And that's where the mischief started and my inner muse took over, and I literally had no idea where we were going...but I hung on for dear life! When I'd come home from Africa, I felt like a total stranger in the life and world I'd left. All of my reference points-physical and emotional-had changed; things I'd taken for granted had become treasures, and those I'd once valued had become irrelevant. The events that made up the stories I so wanted to tell became a catalyst for distilling life-going-forward into its most relevant and sacred parts. Read More Read Less