Each of us has a day, a moment like this. Mine is the day we left El Salvador with our baby son, at the end of a civil war that lasted 12 years and took 75,000 lives.
We left in the early morning still under the cover of darkness, riding past smouldering buildings with their top floors blown off. Men with AK47's roaming the streets unsure what to do. Small groups of children who stood on the toll roads with little bags of nuts to sell. Children as young as seven , who I knew did not have a family and could never be adopted because they could not be identified. It was a beautiful land, full of hope and volcanoes decimated by war.
When we returned home after a long and uncertain journey, I knew my life had taken a turn I had never imagined. I can remember every detail of that last day there. It helps me put everything in perspective and guides much of the way I live my life.