In 2006, I travelled through the rolling hills of rural Rwanda, which were covered with rows of coffee and sorghum plants. But in 1994, these hills were where Jeannette Nyirabaganwa’s husband, 4-month-old baby, parents, and relatives were massacred by Hutus, and where she was raped and left to die. As many as a million Rwandans were killed during the 100-day-long genocide against the Tutsi. Ms. Nyirabaganwa survived. For two years after her ordeal, she didn’t speak. When I met her, she talked softly, but recounted her story without tears. She spoke of inheriting her family’s coffee plantation, and of employing their murderers to tend her fields because no one else was left to do the work. Resilience. Strength. Resolve. I had never met anyone like Ms. Nyirabaganwa, who was able to create a new life after surviving the hatred of her neighbors and the annihilation of her community. She was able to forgive the people who nearly destroyed her. Three years after we met, Ms. Nyirabaganwa and another genocide survivor were killed – retribution for testifying against the perpetrators of the genocide. I have not, and will never, forget her.