Hitchhiking around Ethiopia this past month, I ran into a lot of kids. Every mountain I climbed and every lonely road I walked down, little kids would pop out of nowhere. They would run out from their homes, jump out of trees, or climb out of deep gorges just to greet me. Although they were some of the poorest kids I have ever seen, they were rich in laughter, smiles, and pure joy. And so, when I remember Ethiopia, I will remember the Injera, Teddy Afro, and all the those crazy kids who reminded me how to smile on those long and lonely roads.