One day, we met with all the village elders to discuss current issues of life and work in the village. It was a bright, blue-skied morning but the temperature had not yet risen, and there was a chill to the morning air. The men wore heavy jackets and huddled close, even though the temperature was about 60º F (balmy for me, coming from the New England winters!). This man’s face, humility, and kindness I will never forget. His name is Kalifa Kourouma.