The People

[The photo I walked through the grass to take]

Another excerpt from Mighty Be Our Powers by Leymah Gbowee:

"When Geneva [sister] died and we brought her body home [Monrovia], a group of men I'd known for years from the Old Road neighborhood stopped by. They were poor boys who never finished school and now survived on odd jobs. They had come to help- to sweep and carry water, to dig my sister's grave. They offered us fifteen hundred very, very hard-earned Liberian dollars to help pay for the funeral. That's the depth of love that exists in that place."

I experienced this love every day of my trip. One specific time stood out the most. It was the last day of our trip, and Jessica and I went on a walk to take some pictures. We accidently walked through some cheatgrass and got hundreds of the small burs stuck to our pants. They were the comfy/clean pair of pants we were planning for the plane and we just looked at each other in frustration of what we had just done. Within 10 seconds a woman walked over, and a boy came over and they knelt down and started pulling the cheatgrass off our pants. No "Hi would you like some help?", just walked over and started picking them off. We had delightful conversation with them, and I kept saying thank you, but I could not believe they were seriously helping us strangers. They did not leave until all of them were out of both of our pants which took about 15 minutes. I experience this depth of love and the servant hearts of these people every day.