<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>I’ve awakened early.  Earlier, actually.<br/><br/>Even when we were young, Ari and I awoke early, earlier when presents were waiting.  And, when we were setting upon our business adventures, earlier when we were about to close a deal that would begin or add to our wealth.<br/><br/>Now, waking in Africa, I wake early, the prospect being to help, use what has been so hard fought for, to better a community.<br/><br/>Our journey has been extraordinary, seeing the vast country and its citizens. Jaclyn and I have even traveled back in time, sharing experiences before we knew each other.  By Jove, it almost feels as if I were at Jaclyn’s christening, knowing her, watching her grow . . . and succeed.  She’s been bumped about a bit (as I have), but she keeps her steady view.  (As do I!).<em>Let us get on with it!  Let us help!</em><br/><br/>I walk through the camp, reaching our vehicle.  I pat the hood fondly.  I scan the countryside, anticipating ‘the next’.  How fated was it to meet Olivia?  Good luck that!<br/>