I want to say thank you again to all the friends and family who helped get me to Haiti; without your monetary, spiritual, and emotional support the trip may never have happened for me. Thank you to my mom and dad especially, and to the people whose prayer and generosity put me through; you know who you are and I am so grateful to you.
I can hardly describe how much it means to me to have gone, but I'll do my best to recount it here.
Until Miami, I hadn't fully considered that my first time abroad would be in a third world country with a group of people I hardly knew, but I was suddenly getting goosebumps before the plunge into a very foreign ocean.
Then I remembered a package from my mother marked "Open on the plane to Haiti," and followed her instructions. As the flight attendant rattled off directions for life vest usage in French, I pulled a pile of thirty or so letters out of the manila envelope.
My mom couldn't be at the airport to see me off, so she collected notes and cards from relatives, friends, and my home church family to bolster me through the week. Finding them was like getting a big hug from her, and my apprehension was left behind in Florida.
The reassurance of this bundle of home was a precursor for the week.
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