Remembing Haiti - My Family Travels
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Throughout the beginning of my high school career I never really knew where I fit in. I’d had my troubles through my freshman year of high school, and I guess you could say I was ready to give up, and just be done with life. But then I got the opportunity of a lifetime: Seven months after the earthquake in Haiti, I had the chance to travel there with the Fellowship of Christian Athletes Group at my high school.

It must’ve sounded crazy to anyone I told, but I was more than excited to travel there. That all changed the moment I stepped off the plane in Port-au-Prince. A paralyzing terror hit me.


Little hands reached through the electric fence toward me, begging for anything they could get. All around you eyes stare at me; they stared at me with the hunger to be me. Everything I’d ever known had just been taken away from me. I had no running water, no electricity, no phone; I wouldn’t have my bed for a whole week.  Staying in an orphanage thirty minutes outside of the center of Port-au-Prince; I was sleeping on concrete floors, drinking 110 degree water, and eating moldy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  I was completely lost to the outside world.

I remember the first night we were there; I cried wanting to go home. I hadn’t even been there twenty-four hours, and I already missed my comfort items.  Waking up in the morning and starting on our first job was really hard for me. I really wasn’t sure what to expect. It was amazing, though. The people welcomed us with open arms; the children ran to us and hugged us so tight -they wouldn’t let us go. As soon as I saw how welcoming and loving these people were I felt at ease. I finally felt at home. 

After the first night in Haiti, I didn’t even notice what I didn’t have.  It took having everything taken away from me to realize how lucky I am. The simplest things, like coloring a picture, blowing bubbles, playing cards, or playing hand games would entertain me. The people I met, and the children I saw, will stay in my heart forever. They did more for me than I think I did for them. At the end of the day, the people I met changed my life, and turned me into a better person.  It was amazing to me that even after their country was completely destroyed, the people we met still had faith in God and believed that there was a reason he did this.  Through their strength in God, they made me believe that I had a reason to believe in God again, to believe in myself, and to keep on living the life God gave me.

If I had the chance to go back and see them, I wouldn’t even have to think about it; I’d be there in a heartbeat. I’ve made it my mission in life now, to make an impact on as many people as I can, for as long as I can. It all started with the people in Haiti, and I hope that I can go back there someday, and continue my mission work with them. 

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