|Kyle walks hand in hand with his new refugee friend.|
At the Kiziba refugee camp I met a man named Johnson. He was friendly, smart, and willing to share his life with me. When we first arrived in the refugee camp, he was the man who gave me the tour and told me about how he wants to go to college. Johnson was the librarian in Kiziba and we made a great connection. On the last day in Kiziba I gave him one of my gifts to remember me by. He was very happy about this. He then went inside and he got me a magazine and wrote his name so i could remember him, which was amazing. It amazed me because I had an abundance of the items I brought to give to people, but he gave this to me with nothing to give except for the kindness of his heart. He gave me the only thing that he could give me with the little he had.