Africa 2004 -- When I awoke, my eyes were open but I could not see.
Inside the one room mud hut, my gaze stared into a vacuum of darkness.
Outside, above the grass thatched roof, was a cloudy, moonless night sky as black as where I slept.
No longer could I take for granted my inheritance as a U.S. citizen, born in a country that generates over 4 million gigawatt-hours of electricity per year, for 325 million Americans and 28 million businesses, running day and night, sun or shine.
my empathy has only grown
But in this rural community where I once slept among subsistence farmers struggling for sustenance, we were without electricity.
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