Volunteering

  • On February 21, 2008, I boarded a plane for Montego Bay, Jamaica, excited for what God had in story for me. Little did I know that I would leave part of my heart in Jamaica. During the eleven days that I served in Jamaica, I witnessed poverty and wealth, joy and heartbreak. I did not travel to...

  • The conditions were miserable. Claustrophobia struck me as I felt the wet arms of my sixteen friends while we rode along the Jamaican countryside in a fifteen-passenger van. I had every reason to complain: there was no air-conditioning; I was tired and hungry; and, of all things, it began to rain...

  • It's the middle of a hot summer's day. Ninety-six on the ground, one hundred-fifteen on the roof. The humidity is hovering just over ninety-eight percent, as I'm told it always does in southern Louisiana throughout the sweltering summers. Our crew chief calls the roofing crew down for a much needed...

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