In the early 1960s, Timon Bondo found himself 8,000 miles -- and two letters -- away from home. The Kenyan émigré had enrolled at the University of Minnesota and was living for the summer with a host family in Kenyon, Minn.
"They wanted a foreign student and totally immersed me in their way of life," he recalls, nearly 50 years later. "I'll never forget weeding the soybean fields of the very thorny Canada thistle. That's when I learned to wear gloves."
Adapting to life's thorny circumstances has become one of Bondo's strengths. He had planned to study agricultural economics at the U and return after four years to his hardscrabble village of Rabondo in southwest Kenya.
"It was not part of my plan, but Minnesota became my special home the last 40 years," he says. "I never would have dreamed it, but I've spent the balance of my life here."
During college, he worked odd jobs, washing dishes, unloading trucks on the graveyard shift in northeast Minneapolis and selling encyclopedias door-to-door. Armed with his degree, he went into financial services, including selling insurance and creating benefit plans for small businesses.
About 20 years ago, Bondo was diagnosed with an incurable visual disease that slowly ate away at his eyesight. He can neither drive nor read anymore, but his spirits remain clear and buoyant.
"When I cross the street, I don't see the cars coming, so I cross with a stream of others, who are so kind and helpful," he says. "Why should I complain?"
When his eyesight began to fail, he returned to Rabondo for the first time in 20 years.