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
