I am looking at the calendar and saying “wow, where has all the time gone!” I am saying this in more ways than one. Yesterday I got my first ‘old age pension’ cheque, that’s the first 65 years under the bridge. In a month I will go to Africa again and the second trip for 2010. I have lost count on how many trips or how much time I have spent in Africa since 2002. Except for my very first trip I am prepared to face all the challenges and rewards that the trip in October and November will bring. Funding is always the biggest challenge (if I had more funding I could do more) and the biggest reward is to see all the smiling faces of the thousands I have befriended in Zambia and Mozambique. There is sadness too. Like the young boy in the photo below, in 2003, I worked in his village and every time I arrived in the village he would run out to greet me and I would put him on my Honda dropping my helmet over his tiny head. He loved it. His sister preferred the biscuits I would bring her, the bike was too challenging. She preferred sweets. One visit the young boy never appeared. He had died of Malaria three days before. His time had run out much too fast. It is too bad we could not call ‘time out’.