Please try and understand what I mean when I say that there is no possible way I could even begin to describe my experience in Haiti. In fact, these past 10 days have been so incredibly moving and have had such an impact on me that I fully expect to look back to these days and be able to identify a definitive turning point in my life. Not that I am radically somehow some different person or that I’ve changed the way I think about everything in the world around me, but — well — kinda…
I’m not much of a journal-er, so I found it ironically appropriate that my sister gave me one for my birthday just before I left. She had taken the time to draw me some sketches and write me a message in the front before she sent me off, so I felt obliged to keep somewhat of a log of my experiences while I was there. I’m not good at it, but it was good for me to put some thoughts on paper — to work through the gut-wrenching emotions I had felt on any given day, or simply to remember a funny or meaningful moment. I debated on sharing any of it with anyone — I felt, and still do I guess, that what is written there is more for me than for anyone else. But decided to share a small excerpt here. Below is actually the last entry from the week — my closing thoughts, so to speak. This is the way I will choose to remember my first trip to Haiti.
“I took a trip this week that cost me nothing, and cost me everything. In the same moments I saw the depths of human need and despair, and the pinnacle of hope and beauty, life and love. I saw that sometimes the “least of these” can be the greatest. I saw people give until they could not. I heard people sing when it seemed they could not. I watched people strive forward when most others would not. This trip cost me everything. It cost me my pride, my sense of self, my sense of safety and indifference, prestige and entitlement. Everything. I have nothing left. And now I can truly live.”
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