My life-changing event. (My trip to Haiti) "So, what did you do?" That was the first question my mom asked me when I walked into the door from coming home. I actually was thinking about writing this down, as the first question that anyone asked me after coming back from my first Missions Trip. Well I guess this kind of counts. I felt like saying, "mom, I went to Haiti there's a lot of things I did." Well here's how it all started...our trip starting from when we landed into Haiti. When we landed I knew that there was no turning back. This is it, the moment we've all waited for. When you look out of the window right then you know that it's not the same in America, of course. That day we took a little tour around the area. That little tour just that alone would change a person's thought of what poor meant. What we saw were houses broken down, kids that weren't all the way dressed, some of them were even naked. They also were dirty, they looked like they haven't eaten for a long time, but they weren't complaining at all. They all had smiles on there faces and it was also hot out, and they didn't have any air conditioning. It was heart breaking. When we came back we talked about it a lot, but that was still the first day, the day that we landed. We went to church the next day, and there was A LOT of people there. We went to three different church services that day, all before lunch time. The people there worship God almost all day, think about it, they don't really have anything and they sing their hearts out, plus it's also really early in the morning. I also worked with kids for three days. Every day they would all line up outside and sing their school song, it was really cool. We acted out Bible stories, and sang songs in Creole and in English. They loved it we did crafts with them, they would sort of pull your arms and say 'sheeta' which means sit down down in Creole. They really liked it when we would sit by them we would sing with them, and they would just look at you right in the face and smile. Their smiles will just melt your heart. I also worked with the medical team. I helped out with the reading glasses, we would give them something to read, and if they said that it wasn't clear, we would give them a pair of reading glasses. The last day I helped with the construction team, we helped build walls around a high school. We hauled concrete. It was a lot of work to haul buckets of concrete all day. This is what the Haitian men have to do just for one high school. They didn't have any of those fancy machines, let's just say they didn't have all of those special equipment to build a high school. So, we helped them. Our last full day in Haiti was our "day off" we went up to the mountains and to a restaurant and we had American food and went to gift shops . The day we left was a Saturday and the sixth graders came to school to study for their test. A few of us went to the church and hooked up a piano and started singing worship songs, the kids came out for recess and came to the church, and sang with us. They didn't know what they were singing, because we were singing in English. But the kids would just come up hold your hand and sit by you, and sing with you. Then it was time to get all your stuff together and go to the airport. We said good bye to the kids and hugged them good bye. A couple of the kids would come up to you and hug you good bye and say I love you. That was like the one of the only things they knew in English. Then we left to the airport. When our plane took off I looked out of the window, and said good bye. When I looked out of the window I knew that I won't be seeing anything like this in a LOONG time. I hope to go back to Haiti another time. This trip was the best trip I've ever been on in my entire life, and it changed my life forever.
Molly - age 12
Molly, a friend, and Jillian