what's your story?
harsh weather, sleeping on the floor, and the thought of no food doesn't stop the motivation to keep on going.
i came here expecting to starve and was only amazed at the hospitality here.
it is true to say that what you experience and all that you do can never be fully celebrated unless your laughter, tears, and smiles are collaborating with others.
i am humbled. i am touched. i am so incredibly grateful.
i wish the entire world could have seen this and shared this.
it is good to know that there are those of us who are here who are the fire-starters. who cherish an unspoken promise to do all that they can for others.
i wish you could have been here with us. all of you.
i can't fully express all of this or i may brake the keyboard with a flood of tears streaming down my face.
community. desire. rhythm. perseverance. persistency. humility. laughter. love. respect. integrity. friends. family. friendship.
we never complained. we slept out on the concrete for 11 days because we all knew that this is how it ends.
we were here in oklahoma city to end the longest running war in africa, who would have thought?
as people began to trust us and respect us, they came to ask us questions, they came to bring us food, they came to bring us joy and laughter. and they came to join us.
i can't even put this entire thing into words. i am out of words, i don't know which ones to use.
i have never been a part of such a loving community.
we came here because we promised those kids that we would never leave them. that we would stand by them. that we would be their voices. we came to stomp over the limitations our society places on us. things that are out of reach are reachable when you reach for them. when you reach really. really far for them.
we came to show those kids that they are worth it and that there are people here who care very deeply for them.
we came to love them and to love each other.
we sang. we danced. we laughed. we cried. we hugged. we became exhausted and found fuel in others who helped bring us joy.
we all have these insane stories. we all have this opened door that continually leads us to even more open doors. we can all do something.
we can do it with love. respect. and integrity.
we have all of this love to pass on because we were loved first.
after holding original former child soldier drawings in my hands. tears strolled down my face as a child drew his mother being chopped up. and when i dried my tears, they only started again when i saw a child's drawing that was completely smeared because he wept as he conveyed his story.
these children are real. and this has been going on for 24 years.
and we closed our eyes for so long.
now that they are open and they continue to open. we can never close them.
we can never separate ourselves from loving one another.
we did it. we did it. and we are not finished.
as jordan, liz, and i heard the news that senator coburn had released his hold while we were speaking at a college, we rushed back to everyone to celebrate.
we ran out of the car before it rolled into a complete stop. tears strolling down my face in happiness and laughter, i felt proud as i sank down in hugs. we did it.
as we talked with coburn on the phone. he told us thank you.
for being so respectful and peaceful.
for doing this the right way.
for making him feel pressured to find a compromise.
we finally did it.
and the lra bill is now passing unanimously in the senate.
it took so long to get here and we did it.
now it's time for some representatives to get on board.
i can only pull away from this campaign knowing that people are so absolutely, incredibly wonderful when given the chance.
people bring you joy and it fuels you.
and you can do it. we can all do it.
we just did it.
we all want peace.
so. just go out and get it.