Many years ago, there was this guy that helped me to survive in Somalia. He was a restaurant owner. I could come, dine and leave without paying a cent. But, I kept a log in my mind that I had a debt totaling 100 dollars.
I have had sleepless nights about this debt. I have tried to enquire about the whereabouts of this guy but in vain ( I even PM-ed some members on this forum).
Yesterday, I got a phone call from Nairobi and it was the guy. He went through a battery of hardships; his two brothers and his son were killed. He was in a refugee camp in Kenya for many years.
I sent him 1 000 dollars and I could hear his cry of joy.
What a feeling to pay back!


