I have been gone from Haiti for exactly twelve days, fifteen hours, and fifty-one minutes. (But who’s counting?) Already, I am seeing everything differently and all I want to do is get back to the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere.
Every day I look around and see the many things we take for granted. We have running water, computers, carpeted floors, and air conditioning. Haitians have a stream and a bucket, dirt floors, and endure the heat daily. We are so, so blessed here where we live.
Since the minute I touched down at the Fort Lauderdale airport, I wanted to turn around and fly right back to Haiti. You see, I do love showering outdoors. I love the half-mile walk to the school in the morning. I love twenty little hands feeling my smooth head of hair. I love the white sand in Haiti that covers my legs. And I love the Haitians.
I know I can’t always be in Haiti, but I know I always can do something Out of the Ordinary. So can you, my readers. Make paper snowflakes and go out to the nursing home to deliver them. Buy thirty cans of chicken noodle soup and donate them to the food pantry. Because “The king will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ ” Matthew 25:40 – NIV