We had never witnessed joy so freely expressed and physically demonstrated as we did in Kamuli, the last distribution site in our FWM trip to Uganda. The women, especially, seemed transformed. They were in the majority that day. They no longer had to drag themselves over the red clay of their homeland, a soil where everything grows, but everything is stained.  Being off the ground meant that they could not only be clean but they could begin wearing the beautiful long dresses that all the other women wear. They were no longer isolated to their dirt floor huts but could join the other women in their homes or market places. 

One by one, the women crawled from the back of the room, toward their new wheelchair.  It was a humbling site to see calloused knees, withered feet, legs sticking out to the side, rear ends straight up in the air and the effort it took to move such a short distance. When they were lifted into their chair you often saw a visible transformation, a huge smile, waving hands, a cheer and praises to their savior. Three different women were handed infant babies, one of them had twins. We wondered what it must have been like to be pregnant with twins and trying to crawl in the dirt.