Robben Island was Mandela's "home" for many years. Once I entered the jail, I began to feel a deep sadness. We were taken to cell number five, Mandela's actual cell. I began to imagine being confined in that way. After being in the cell for five minutes, I couldn't control my tears. I knew than that my experience of being here...and also what Mandela had to endure...was a test of strength.