A story I will never forget...

This is Pascal and his Cow Hand, I did not catch his name. The story goes, in 1994, while Pascal and his Wife were searching for a place for their baby to be born, (all the hospitals were full during the genocide) his cow hand was back home in Mutete. What this man saw with his own eyes was Horrific. He witnessed all 28 of Pascal's family members slaughtered, and then all the cows were stolen, and he was then beaten and left for dead. He got up later and ran to his home afraid that Pascal would think it was him who stole the cows. After some time, after things had settled down somewhat from the genocide, Pascal came home to see all his family scattered around on the ground, dead. He sent someone to fetch his Cow Hand, when he came Pascal restored his job, and provided a home for him, and told him not to worry...that was 12 years ago. Pascal is one of the most joyous people I have ever met. He told me personally, he has forgiven all the people who killed his family, and has even helped build homes and put a roof on one man's home who participated in the murder of his family.