I visited a TB ward deep in the countryside of Mozambique that had been set up in a big, beautiful church. Despite having this terrible disease (sometimes a precursor to AIDS), the people had great hope in their eyes. I was overwhelmed by this. I was concerned about this man, who looked forlorn, but we spoke to him (through a translator) and he was doing just fine "getting some sun." The resplendent hope of the Mozambiquans bowled me over and stays with me to this day.