Haiti Orphange
I do not like kids. So why I decided that I had a calling to go to an orphanage in Haiti to build a school, I still have not quite figured out. Children have always been a minor annoyance to me, with their constant chatter and energy. Often I have thought that had children in our society been taught better manners, perhaps they would not get me agitated so quickly. I spent many sleepless nights wondering why I had decided to go to an orphanage. I was sure that the children would be exactly like the ones here in the States, only poor, black, and parentless. As the day drew closer for us to leave for "boot camp" my apprehensions grew. Two weeks before my team was scheduled to head off to Haiti for the summer, we went to what was called The Lord's Boot Camp. The thought of it made my stomach somewhat queasy only because I
At the time we were going, there had been a number of riots happening in Port-au-Prince and a hesitation to let us go was obvious. The children, upon our arrival to the orphanage, were just getting over the chicken pox. The intensity of boot camp kept my mind off of the approaching trip overseas. we wondered, as we ventured from the airport towards the bus that would carry us to the orphanage, what we were getting into. knew I was not physically in shape and the thought of going through a military style boot camp before leaving on a mission trip just blew my mind. Everyone was nervous to be going over to this unstable third world country and none of us new what to expect. Had special needs and wants and we were there to meet them. People engulfed us in hopes of getting money or food. What happened over the course of the next couple weeks would forever change lives. Because the virus was a strain different than what we were prone to, we were urged not to come in contact with the children. It was a definite comfort to know that we were that close to US territory if something were to happen. Everyone's nerves quickly became frazzled as we boarded the bus that would take us to Miami International Airport. The smell of raw sewage overwhelmed our nostrils, having been carried by a humid breeze that was flowing around us as we stepped off the airplane.
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