As my 20 years of living in America, for the most part, as I can remember, was very enjoyable. Always doing something with friends, family, etc. Or I was at school. During the summer months, I would go to my Godmothers house. Boy, do I love her. And I miss her bunches. Plus, we were happy with watching tv and living the luxury life in America ( we aren’t rich by no means, but this country is better off).
But four years ago, I started to go to Haiti with my church on mission trips. That first trip changed me. It’s not every day that you get to see these people living in such poverty. These same people are showing more love and compassion than people in America.
Fast forward to this summer. This was my fourth trip, spent 9 days with 20 something people. This orphanage we went to had so many cute, loving kids. As soon as we got there, these kids were greeting us as if we have known them forever. It’s an amazing feeling.
I feel as if I left my heart there. Each time I go, I leave more of my heart there. As soon as we took off from the Port Au Prince airport, the tears start streaming. It saddens me that I can sit here and tell people about my experiences but no one will fully understand how much I love this country and its people.