Choose Your Way to Die

There’s this little story/lesson/parable Richard told us. It’s simple. It goes something like this. A man is walking along in the forest and he turns around to find that he is being chased by a lion. He barely makes it to a tree where he escapes by climbing to the top. In the tops of the trees a giant deadly snake comes after him. He climbs so high to avoid the snake that the tree bends towards the river. In the river he spots an enormous crocodile. The crocodile spots him. Richard asked, “What do you do? What happens?” Brandon and I just sat there waiting for the answer. “You choose your way to die,” was his response. He went on.

In the genocide (Video - A Love Letter to My Country, Hear Her Cry) you would probably either die by being shot or being chopped by a machete. It does not cost money to kill someone with a machete but bullets cost something. Some people chose to die by a bullet so they paid their captors for the bullets to kill their families and themselves. They chose their way to die.

Away from this madness walked some survivors. Immaculee and Richard and others. Even those who don’t bear physical scars lost people they loved and carry memories that will forever haunt them.