E-mail: "... United Nations clinic ... your father .. stomach surgery ... "
"My father! They have found my father!"
One after noon Michael rushed over to Salva's tent. Then said "Salva! Come quickly! Your name is on the list!"There it was Salva Dut-Rochester New York. Salva's trip required not one, not two, but three planes. Salva's final plane landed at last. There they were, waving and smiling in the airport lobby. His new family. He relaxed a little once Salva saw their smiles.
No, that is not possible.
Salva had lived in Rochester for six years. He was going to college and decided to study buisness. He had the idea to return to Sudan someday to help the people to live there.
I am hear to talk to you about a project for southern Sudan.
One evening after school Salva sat down at the family computer and opens his e-mail. He was suprised to see an e-mail from his cousin that he barely knew.Salva clicked open the message. His eyes read the words but his brain couldn't comprehend them. "... United Nations clinic ... your father ... stomach surgery ..." Salva suddenly realized that his father was alive.
"Yes" Salva said. " It is me father." His father reached out and touched Salva. "Salva?" His father whispered. "Can it really be you?" His body shaking with sobs of joy, he reached up to hug Salva tightly.
I am your son, Salva.
"Hello," he repeated, and this time only his voice came to the speakers. He smiled with relief and continued. "I am here to talk to you about a project for southern Sudan." Three years passed. Salva spoke to many many people- in churches, in civic organizations, in schools. Would his idea ever become true reality?