Here we are for our last day in Haiti. There is so much to tell but not a lot of words that would accurately describe it. The city is just a mass of confusion with people going every which way. People living in huts, people living in shacks. Whatever they can find. Little children just running around, some have clothes and some don’t. Little children living in the stench and filth. Some with vacant looks in their eyes. The children worm their way into your hearts and don’t leave. They break my heart to see what they have to live in and how they cope with it. I think of my own grandchildren and I feel so fortunate that they don’t live like this. They have so much and I buy them more.
I have also made many friends with the older kids and will miss them terribly. It’s difficult to think that I’ll probably never see them again here on earth.
I am so thankful that I had the opportunity to come on this trip and to experience all that I have.
I will be happy when I leave to come home but I will also be very sad. Keep us in your prayers as we travel home and have to readjust our lives without feeling guilty for all we have here.