The joy of viewing land, the hope of in a few days ranging through the long wished-for spot and the pleasure of again resuming my wonted employment may be readily calculated.

Before Africa 2000 Network-Uganda (A2N-Uganda) came here, we had lost hope because the land was unproductive and our crops were prone to pests.

The hope would be that the storm would actually move over land a little quicker because it would prevent it from sitting over the warm Atlantic ocean waters -- these waters 85, 90 degrees -- and possibly gaining strength.

He found the building in front of which he had stood in the sun all day waiting to be discharged, in which the crazy doctor had suggested that he stay over another day to let him check that heart again and it had taken precious time to persuade the man that joy alone made it beat so wild. Perhaps someday he would die of that.

There I was, waiting, afraid I’d never experience the kind of joy yet to come, but hoping for it just the same.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.