Sad day.

Well yesterday was a sad day indeed....."Trevor" (my computer) died! It was all so exciting as we got internet at the house so I would be able to stay in better contact with ya'll (yes ya'll remember I lived in Arkansas for 6 months this year as well). The first night was going splendid with emails flying off left and right and then unexpectedly my computer restarted itself. It then continued to start itself over and over and over...you get the point. I turned off, said some prayers and went to sleep, hoping that the next morning I would wake up and it would be fine. Not the case. Took my computer to the best looking computer shop in town (which wouldn't pass buliding standard in Canada I am sure) and had the guy have a look. Ends up he needs to wipe my hard-drive....he asks me where my important files are I show them all to him and he is able to save them. EXCEPT stupid me forgot that I had ALL my Uganda pictures saved to the Desktop not to "My Pictures". So alas, all my photos are gone except for these few that I have uploaded to my blog. Good thing that I have been showing you all my favourites. The other great news is that the cost was 20,000 Shillings which he apologized for and explained how much work it was to which I said in my head "No worries man, thanks for fixing my entire hard drive for $12!" Ha ha ha!

On a much darker and more "Ugandan" experience. Yesterday after picking up my computer and feeling a little better about life I was heading towards my favourite boda station when there was quite a raucous (sp?). People we all looking in one direction and chanting and yelling, lots laughing and doing imitations of something. The traffic was backed up and I just didn't feel safe so I decided to detour and do a little more shopping. I returned in half an hour found my new favourite boda driver Peter and started on my trek home. When I passed the spot where all the people were there was a man who was tied up (hands and feet), in his underwear, tied to a post and kind of laying in the middle of the street. I tried asking Peter what it was all about but he didn't understand what I was asking. When I got home I was kind of disturbed and told Hilda about it. She told me it was likely a thief that they were beating. I asked about the legalities of it and she said although it was illegal and obviously a violation of human rights it happens. I felt sick, I felt like my eyes were burning, and felt like I needed to go back and do something. I didn't go back but I can't get that image out of my head. I can't believe that it wouldn't be stopped, there are always police around and in fact this was right down the street from the station. One thing is for sure...I certainly won't even breath stolen air if it isn't allowed. Although this has shaken me....I still feel completely safe here and praise God for the experiences that I continue to have. My eyes have been opened!

Thanks to all those who are emailing me and leaving comments, I love to hear from you even though I may not respond. There are more than I ever would have imagined (and thanks to Grandpa Weir people who I never imagined would read.....makes me a little nervous). Hope you keep reading and enjoying!