Thanks.

I’m sorry.

 I’m sorry I haven’t written down every precious story, moment, and miracle that I have seen here.  I am sorry that you aren’t here because even though I am going to attempt to write some cool experiences down, I could never do them justice.  But, God is telling me to get off my lazy butt and try.  

Today is Thanksgiving.  That super-cool American holiday where all of your crazy family gets together, eats way too much, laughs a lot, watches some football, and then passes out from gluttony-exhaustion.  For us here in Uganda some things were different, some the same.  We started out the morning with some serious cooking.  I am close to a lot of folks that can cook.  My Mom is a master.  My cousin is literally a chef.  Mallory can bake the pants off of Martha Stewart.  And then there is me.  I mean… I got by in college, I can manage to throw stuff in a pan and it still be edible after all is said and done.  But, the art of cooking does not come easy for me.  I like to watch and eat.  It was a lot of fun to all be together in the kitchen, laughing, talking about family tradition, and trying everything as soon as it was done.

We set the table for the multitude of Ugandans coming to eat with us.  Set out the food, explained what it was, prayed, and ate.  I would say for the most part the mac and cheese was a hit, along with the rolls…green bean salad totally freaked them out.  I felt like I was sitting with family, like I was around my crazy aunts and uncles, all laughing and just enjoying being with each other.  Being that our team wanted everyone to know the true historical facts of Thanksgiving; we decided nothing would do better than Charlie Brown’s “Origins of Thanksgiving.”  After that history lesson we made hand turkeys. Thank you Charles M. Schulz and every 1^st grade teacher that ever lived.  In short, today rocked.

I know that it is cheesy to make a “thankful” list on Thanksgiving, but who cares I’m thankful. 

I am thankful for…

1.      I ate mac and cheese today.

2.      That my best friend Mallory is patient with me, even when I set things on fire during the cooking process.

3.      That we set a table for 12 people today, and every seat had a beautiful person in it.

4.      That no Ugandans were fatally harmed after eating American food.

5.      That I got to skype with my family in America! 

6.      The thought of having even more chairs at next year’s Thanksgiving extravaganza.

7.      The fact that I couldn’t ever come up with a life as cool as mine, Thank you God.

8.      That no matter where I am on the globe, my Daddy in Heaven is there with me.

9.      That I am never lacking another hand to hold.

10.  That the sun rises and sets and I have nothing to do with that.

Anywho… I miss my family back home, and that’s always going to be the case because I love them.  But, as I looked around at our crowded table I couldn’t help but smile and well up with love and thanksgiving.  I also couldn’t help but think about all our brothers on the street- did they have anything to eat today?  Did those boys with the fevers feel better? 

I seem to have all these ideas about how I want my life to look.  Today I just kept thinking- “I just want a family.  I want a husband after God’s own heart, I want to cook for my children, I want to tuck them in and baby them when they get sick, I want them to have a bed to lay in, I want them to lay their heads down at night without fear, I want to say bed time prayers with them, I want them to wake up in the morning and trust they will continue to be loved and cared for.  I want them to smile, laugh, and be silly just because they can and because they are kids.”

I want simplicity.  I want the same things for my children that my mother and father want for me.  I am thankful God has given each one of us the ability to love.  I am thankful that he taught us how, through his Spirit and Truth.  I am thankful that when I am not the best at loving, he shows me further still.  I am learning more and more what it means to give thanks to God.  I learn it through the weak, the hungry, the poor, the meek and young.  I learn through Timothy who worships with all his heart, gives what little he has in the offering at church, and protects me as we walk down the "not so nice area" of Kampala.  I learn it through every child that bows their head in prayer before their meal of the day.  I learn it through the other believers here that pour out themselves daily for individuals in great physical and spiritual need.  

My prayer for our world is that we can offer ourselves to God because we are thankful, and we know  the safest place to be is in His arms.

“Our steps are made firm by the LORD, when he delights in our way; though we stumble, we shall not fall headlong, for the LORD holds us by the hand.  I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.  They are ever giving liberally and lending, and their children become a blessing.” Psalm 37:23-26

Wednesdays

Last Wednesday was a weird day. It started off beautifully, with a little shopping and a visit to our friends Mark and David’s house. But as the day went on, it was just one of those days where the little things started piling up. We did a ton of walking and were all just hot and ornery and then we got rained on, and then we had forgotten some of the money we needed for the day, so we weren't sure how we were going to get home, and then a bird pooped on us...(pause. ok so uganda has huge birds, and I am NOT fond of birds. these birds are evil. like they swoop down like they are going to pick you up, and I think they are about katie's height so i think they could. so anyway we are walking, already not too happy, and this bird drops a doozy, and it landed in maria's mouth, on mallory’s head, and katie's arm....it actually was kinda funny afterwards, made us giggle really hard, but at the same time....SERIOUSLY?!) then we got to the slum we were working in and so many kids were high in a small room, i felt like i was getting high, they sniff chenga chenga (petroleum) it's nasty, then i lost the button on my pants....it had been strugglin for awhile, and then i spilled hot soup on me and a kid.

So we got to church, and I was not in the best of moods. As we were worshipping, we were singing the song i can only imagine and the line came on "will i stand in your presence or to my knees will i fall, will i sing hallelujah, will i be able to speak at all?" and it really convicted me. very rarely, do i have little to say. i can always talk. sometimes i choose to be quiet. but in many situations, i always have something to say. there is going to be a day, when i am standing before the Lord and i'm not going to be able to speak,  and all day long i have been wasting my speaking on complaining about little things, when i could have been praising Him. Ok so i bird pooped on my head, when was the last time i laughed that hard? my button fell off? at least my pants didn't! I spilled hot soup on a kid...at least there weren't a lot of kids there that day and he got seconds! 

This Wednesday was a weird mixture of emotions - most of them praiseworthy. This morning I woke up and kicked off the Thanksgiving feast with some apple and pumpkin pie making. We finished up our turkey day shopping and then Katie and I headed to the slum to Mark and David’s program. 

I wasn’t at church on Sunday because I had a fever, and today Fred came up to me with  a letter for me telling me that he was praying for me and that he missed me. 

Today, I had the chance to talk to Mark and David and just had the best spirit filled conversation. They get so excited about what we are doing, and always asking how they can be praying for us. 

There was a boy who dressed up today and put on a stethoscope, who we thought was a doctor when we got there, but then found out he was just playing dress up. 

We found these cool things called earth bag houses, check em out :)

http://earthbagbuilding.com/index.htm

Katie walked away from the nurses station today for 2 seconds to get tweezers and came back to find them going at a splinter with a scalpel....ummmmmm. 

Timothy came to church with us tonight and he is so beautiful. This is the street kid that puts money in the offering plate on Sundays. He sings his heart out to every worship song. He has a hankie. He’s excited about church, because he’s excited to dance, he’s excited to sing, but he’s excited to be in God’s refuge more than anything. 

Church is always fun, we got friends. 

Katie: Mallory, what do I do that gets on your nerves the most?

Mallory: When you leave the bathroom door open when i’m on the toilet. 

M: Katie, if you had to pick one moment that is the funniest thing that has happened since you’ve been here, what would it be? 

K: the night we slept on the streets and the boda driver posed on his boda for us for like an hour and a half

K: If you had polyjuice potion tomorrow, and you could be any street child for a day - which street child would it be and why? 

-Katie answered her own question- 

K: Bwanika, because i would want to see if I bossed people around if they’d do what I say and I could wear 80’s acid washed jeans and have a mohawk. 

K: Can you think of a moment where after it happened you thought “I could live here?”

M: I think I feel that every time we are in church. Typically, families sit together in church, but our family takes up four rows, all combined of: street kids, kids who were once on the street but now in homes, and uncles and aunts who work with all the different programs. 

M: If you could take one boy from New Life Homes and give him the chance to talk to any of the street kids, who would they be and why? 

K: Vincent from New Life Homes talking with a boy named Ivan - because Ivan is one of the older boys and he doesn’t really feel like he is ever going to get off the streets, and Vincent because he has one of the most caring spirits and I feel like that would be good for Ivan to see that in a man of God. 

Timothy, Bwanika, Edwin, Ivan, and Fred!

There are several kids that we wish to sponsor for school starting in January. You can read about these kids below! They are street kids, who we have been working with to help transition into school and/or a home. Every kid’s story is different, but every one of these kids desperately wants to be off of the streets and into school. 

When you help sponsor a child, this child will be taken from the streets and put into a home or a boarding school. This means for the first time in a long time, they will be getting three meals a day, a bed to sleep in, and a roof over their heads. 

Sponsorship is $50 a month per child. 

We would love for you to partner with us! Whether that is through prayer, monthly giving, or a one time gift! 

You can mail donations to:

River Community Church

att. Jeremy Cook

1200 Miracle Rd

Cookeville TN 38506

The memo line needs to read: Katie Cartwright/Mallory Short

We understand that many want to give, but they can’t right now. We are also starting a fundraiser. We will be selling jewelry made by the street kids. You can start a fundraiser to help support us in your church, your school, campus ministry, or just amongst your friends. All you have to do is, e-mail Mallory Short at mshort32@gmail.com and let her know how many necklaces and bracelets you think you can sell. We will then send you the jewelry, and once you have sold the jewelry, we will give you the information about where to send the money. 

We can feel your prayers! Thank you for your love, and thank you for pouring out God’s love on to us! 

This is Timothy. He is 12 years old and has been on the streets for over a year now. He ran away because he was being abused at home by his step mom. We met Timothy when we took him to the hospital to be treated for malaria.  God has blessed us so much through his strong, quiet spirit.

This is Bwanika! He has been on the streets for 6 years. Starting next spring, Bwanika will be home schooled. He was born in Tanzania, and when his parents divorced he stayed with his dad in Tanzania. After being abused there, he left to find his mom in Uganda, only to find himself in another abusive home. He is now 13, and very behind in school, but ready and willing to learn. This kid makes us laugh like no other. He's a handful, but has the sweetest heart behind his mischievous grin. 

Here we have Edwin! Edwin will be going into P4 this year. He has also been on the streets for 6 years. He was resettled once (taken back to his home) but the home situation was still abusive and he came back to the streets. Edwin has been asking to be back in school since the day we met him, he is ready to get off the streets, and he tells us that he knows Jesus will do it. 

Ivan!! Ivan has been on the streets for 4 years. He also left an abusive home, and is very behind in school. He will be home schooled next year, trying to help him reach a class closer to kids his age in school. Ivan is an older boy, but has this innocence about him that is rare on the streets. 

This beautiful smile is Fred. Fred is 10 years old, and has been on the streets for 4 months. The first week we met him, Katie and I looked at each other and said we have to do something about this. God has just paved a way for us to do this too. Fred's dad left when he was young, and his mom died as well. He lost his only brother soon after that. His brother was taken to be sacrificed to witchcraft, given sedatives, but then they released him. When they released him, he was so drugged he got hit by a car and died. Fred went to live with his aunt, who tortured him and then kicked him out of the house.   He has been through so much already but when you are laughing and playing with Fred you can see that hope that only comes from Jesus.

Hopin and Prayin

Hope is a beautiful thing. I see HOPE every day. I see hope in every pair of eyes I look into, even the kids that are flyin higher than a kite, there is still a desperate plea for hope in their eyes. We all look for it. We all desire it. I've been finding myself praying out of it. Praying and hoping that God will be faithful to my prayers. Here's the thing. God is faithful. I should be praying out of faith and trust, not out of hope.
I dont' want to pray - "Jesus,  I pray you change this kid's life." Then leave it there and hope that He cares enough to do something.
What happens when the believers start praying out of faith?
What happens when we believe and trust that God is faithful?
What happens when we know that God's will is SO good that we don't have to hope that he's faithful?

I don't need to hope that God is faithful.
I have hope BECAUSE God is faithful.

We've been spending a lot of time with a kid named Bwanika. Katie and I like to call him Peter Pan. He was born in Tanzania, and when his parents divorced his mom left for Uganda. He tried to live with his dad and stepmom but was abused badly, so he came to Uganda to try and live with his mom. His mom had also remarried and when he began to be abused by both of those parents as well, he ran away to the streets. He was 6. He is now 13, and has been living on the streets for 7 years.

He is by no means an "easy" kid to get off the streets. An easy kid, would be a seven year old who wants to hold your hand and snuggle and smiles a lot and has only been on the streets for two weeks.

He is that kid who jumps at any chance to start trouble. He flaps his arms and squawks like a bird half the time you try to talk to him. He is the kid that will lie down in the middle of the sermon, just because he knows it means I will have to walk over there and tell him to sit up. He speaks good English, but only speaks to you in Luganda. You may have heard me mention him in previous blogs - most days he makes me want to pull out my hair, or he is really pulling my hair trying to brush it out. 

BUT - 

He's also that kid who came to me and asked me to bring some clothes for his friend Timothy, because he really needs some. 

stubborn. impossible. too old. trouble. 

those are words that I have heard people describe him with. 

Today we met Bwanika and two other boys at Calvary Chapel. When we got there, the first thing Bwanika shows us is a very swollen hand.
The conversation went something like this:
"Did you punch something?" -Katie
"Yeah" -Bwanika
"Was it a person?" - Katie
"Yeah" - Bwanika (with a big sheepish smile)
"Then did you run?" Katie
"Yeah!" -Bwanika

At the end of this conversation, Katie's mad, Mallory's disappointed. It was that sinking realization of maybe you haven't changed as much as I thought, or maybe you will never change.

Then Bwanika added that the man who he punched was strangling him. People here see street kids as nothing - as something to get rid of, so he punched, then he ran.

Yeah, he's not an easy kid, but he's still a kid and no matter what I can provide him with, at the end of the day he still heads back out on the streets to survive.

I'm watching God change this kid's life, and I'm learning about how much God loves me. How even when I frustrate God, irritate Him, drive him up the wall because I don't listen - I can still make him smile at the end of the day. He loves me that much. He cares for me infinitely. He cares for Bwanika infinitely. God doesn't want me to hope that He might change Bwanika's life.
He wants me to believe and be joyful that He is being faithful to what He has promised. (Jeremiah 33:3-12)

I have been convicted over something I have been praying.
I've been praying:
God, love me in a new way today.
God, let me see you in a new way today.
God, let me worship you in a new way today.
God, let me delight in you in a new way today.

God doesn't want to love me in a new way, He wants to love me in every way. He wants me to see Him in every way. He wants me to worship Him in every way. A new piece of God will not satisfy - but all of Him will.

I feel like this blog has grown a little scatter brained and maybe not straight to the point. So I'm gonna end it.
Good night world - may God love you in every way He wants to.

You are good, You are good

I read something the other day, that really hit home. I am too lazy to get up and actually and find the book that says it, so i shall summarize: 


It essentially says that honesty and humility are the same thing. In order to be humble, you have to be honest - about what you are struggling with, about what your trials are, about how messed up you are... 
And in order to be honest, you have to be humble. 


Honesty and humility are holy, and they can't dwell in the same house as pride. 


Over the past months, I've been learning a lot about coming to God with an honest heart. Telling Him exactly how I feel, even if that means at the moment I am telling Him that I don't believe what He has promised me. I can't give Him a lot, but I can always give Him honesty. 


These past couple weeks have been a trial, looking for our friends Mike and Steve. They were arrested and put in jail, for no reason other than being homeless, and we have been trying to find them. We have been to police station after police station, and jail after jail. 


At the beginning of our search, I was praying "God I pray that we find them God and we can get them out of here and take them home!" 
....and I was disappointed in God every jail I left. 


I began to ask God, for a burning conviction that He is good!!! Cause He is....
When I walk into a jail, I want to be proclaiming "God you are so good!" 
And when I walk out of the same jail without finding them, I still want my heart and my mouth to be saying "God you are so good!!" 


God has given me this conviction of His goodness. With that, He has also shown me the humility and honesty that come with that, by showing me that His will is GOOD, so so good, better than I can ever imagine. When I am walking into a jail, I shouldn't be praying that we find these kids. I should be praying, "Let Your WILL BE DONE!"  


On another note, yesterday was an awesome day. We had Bible study with the Abaana staff in the morning, and it was just ballin. No other word to cover it. God was there, He was present, and He was working! We then headed out to meet with the secondary boys in the New Life Homes, which is always encouraging. 
We popped two tires. One on a boda boda. One on a taxi. Keeping our American stereotype going strong... 
We went to the discipleship house last night to hang out with our friends there, and just be in His presence with them. 


I love where I am.  


Friends, praying that You yield to His Spirit today. Let Your will be done Daddy God- for it is sweeter and better and more Holy  than we can ever imagine and YOU ARE GOOD GOOD GOOD! 

Where are my swimmies?

When I was 6 I desperately wanted to learn how to swim.  My mom and dad would teach me how to move my arms, float, all that good stuff.  One day I'm leaning over the deep end, and...SPLASH.  I fall in.  My first instinct is, you guessed it, sheer panic.  I look up to see my mom standing there and I am sure she is about to put her arms in to save me.  To my unpleasant surprise she just says- "Swim up!  Swim up!"  It's like I knew how to do it, we had gone over the motions, but once I was head under I froze, scared out of my mind.

A little over a year ago I became so hungry for the Word.  I wanted to learn more about Jesus, and what the scriptures really say about the way a Christians' life should look.  I felt like I learned so much by just opening my bible every day and asking God to really show me, teach me, love me how you intended to.  And so He did.  Because that's what God does when you ask.  He gives.  Passages about the oppressed, injustice, the homeless poor were some that I really wanted to dive in to.  Anyone can look at our world and see that it is broken, but I wanted to know how to react to that.

"Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke?  Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover them, and not to hide yourself from your own flesh and blood?" Isaiah 58:6,7

The scriptures were certainly alive to me on my college campus, but as we walk the streets of Kampala I see more clearly the homeless poor and my own flesh and blood staring me in the face.  God has taught me, has given me revelation, and showed me His ways.  I feel the need to be honest with anyone who might be reading this.  God has taught me how to swim. But sometimes I feel like I'm in the deep end, and I've forgotten how to move my arms.  I'm scared to think that God could really be calling me into the most desperate situations possible to take off my swimmies, and jump.

Lately, I have gotten caught up in the question- "Well God you haven't shown me exactly what I'm supposed to do here after 6 months, so what is it?  Huh?  Huh?!!!"  When I read Isaiah 58 last night under my little mosquito net, God told me something.  He said it very clearly, without a doubt.  He told me to share my bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into my house.

It's go time, so to speak.  God hasn't just taken my swimmies off, He has popped them.  SPLASH.  :)

"No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God." Luke 9:62


"If they had been thinking of the land that they had left behind, they would have had opportunity to  return.  But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; indeed, he has prepared a city for them." Hebrews 11:15,16


"Katie, what about our lives has ever looked normal?!  Sometimes you just gotta jump."  -Mallory Short

10, 10, 12, 10, 10, 10

(Note-not in any particular order...i.e. I do not miss purple gatorade more than I miss my family) 

Top 10 beautiful moments our hearts have seen: 

1. Movie night with our homeless friends Mike and Steve. We had a picnic dinner at church, made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, shared popcorn, watched The Encounter, watched them recognize the similarities between the movie and the good Samaritan, and then they walked us to our taxi. Every church should hang out with homeless kids. 

2. We had to take our homeless friend Bwanika to the clinic to get tested for malaria, which he had. After his doctor's appointment and getting his medicine, we took him out to lunch. As we are sitting at the table, he addressed us each by name and said thank you. 

3. When we slept on the streets, a little boy named Wilson who slept next to Katie played with her arm hair all night. 

4. When we slept on the streets, Katie looked at an older boy sitting next to her, and asked "Are you going to take care of us?" and he said "yeah" 

5. Fahad. The face he made when he saw us for the first time back in Uganda, and the excitement he had. As well as, the shock on his face after he found out we had slept out on the streets. 

6. Katie singing This Little Light of Mine at medical, with a bunch of kids who couldn't speak english, but they knew that song. 

7. Mallory praying at the beginning of the week to run into her friend from the last trip, Edward. On Friday, she literally ran into him on the streets. They were both shocked and overjoyed. 

8. Our night at the discipleship house. It's a house with 4 former street kids, who now live in a house sponsored by our church. It was amazing to see God's fire in those boys, and their desire to live out his Word. 

9. Just walking into the slums, and having 30 boys run up to you and give you hugs. 

10. Not fixing problems, but just living beside the broken. 

Top 10 mzungu mistakes: 

1. Do not get off of the tax before you are supposed to

2. The ground here moves, which leads to our mzungu feet slipping a lot and busting it in the mud 

3. Trying to learn Luganda in a tax when your translator is making you say 'I am hairy' and then the whole tax busts out laughing

4. Handing your money to a man who is not the conductor on a taxi

5. Freaking out when you see monkeys for the first time, getting out your camera, screaming - while all the Africans look at you like Americans would if we had just seen a squirrel. 

6. Forgetting that bathrooms don't have toilet paper here

7. still addressing people with a "hey ya'll!!"

8. Amazzi and mazzi are not the same word. One means water, the other is a not so nice word for poop

9. Forgetting your raincoat and wearing a white shirt

10. Calling a kid "Larry" for 2 weeks when his name is Derrick. 

Top 10 funny and potentially dangerous moments: 

1. Getting on the boda with an elderly man wearing a helmet, who had to have a sidekick give him a pep talk before we took off.

2. We went to the jail way up in the country side to look for our friends. Katie got hit with the runs. Katie and Maria walked twenty feet down a hill, Katie dropped trousers, and looked up to see a small, elderly village woman who had plopped down on the ground at the top of the hill to watch the show. Mallory, being the good friend that she is, sat next to the woman and laughed as the woman watched the most exciting thing she would probably get to see for the day. 

3. The day a man tried to buy Mallory from our translator. 

4. The day Katie almost punched a street vendor in the face for trying to kiss Mallory through a taxi window. 

5. The day a goat farted. 

6. Katie making faces at people when they stare too long. 

7.  Boda Boda men trying to kidnap Ryan 

8. Our entire ride to the the sleep out on the streets. Peter trying to take us up a one way street three times in a row. 2 Irish men bantering in the front seat. A boda boda man posing on his boda boda for a straight 30 minutes while we tried to sleep next to homeless children...still not sure why he thought that was attractive.

9.  William's ring tone is Barbie girl...were not sure if he knows it yet. 

10. Irish people and Americans ate an Italian restaurant in Uganda - how's that for culture? 

11. There are many primal, tribal, and instinctive things about Africa. We have harnessed all three traits when a large bug finds its way into our room, or when mosquitos attack right before bed time. You have never seen Mallory or Katie embody such a desire to kill. 

12..(yeah we know we said 10 but we're funny, so life with us is funny) We take 2 kids to the malaria clinic, and while Mallory is sitting in the lab of all the patients who have malaria and are getting their blood tested, there is a mosquito flying around her head. 

Top 10 things we miss from home: 

1. Purple gatorade 

2. The fact that in America there is a frozen yogurt place on every corner

3. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE...real, delicious, ground coffee...not instant

4. Harry Potter weekend on ABC family. It's been weird not going back to Hogwarts this year...we are hoping to make a quick trip to the Burrow to say hi to our friends over christmas time. 

5.  people we love

6. Katie misses running without the fear of being chased 

7. English (or being able to speak to the people you meet)

8. Gum

9. Mouth Wash

10. Sonic 

Top 10 favorite things about Uganda:

1. Holding orphans' hands

2. Pineapple 

3. Bananas

4. Posho and Beans

5. It's home

6. walking down our dirt road in the village while seeing monkeys and eating sugar cane

7. we have a really Godly, beautiful, fun, funny community around us

8. Everyone here knows how to drum -Katie's pretty happy about that one

9. The noises africans make 

10. the sketchy frozen yogurt/custard place outside of the petrol station next to the slums 

(note: 4 of the 10 are food items....we do still hold some american identity) 

Top 10 prayer requests: 

1. a burning conviction that God is good

2. a passionate and thankful heart that God has raised us from the dead and that Jesus died for us

3. more of God, no matter what the cost

4. our friends Mike and Steve, they are in jail, and we have been trying to find them

5. more of God, no matter the costs

6. yielding to the Holy Spirit

7. camp is coming up! prayer for discipleship classes and for our campers

8. we are sending some kids to school in January - so provision, favor, and their desire to persevere and learn (Fred, Timothy) 

9. that the boys in the New Life Homes know who Jesus is and fall madly in love with HIM

10. that the street boys will find deeper freedom in God than they ever will on the streets 

We're giving God many HALLELUJAHS for being here.