Over the next few weeks I will be sharing thoughts and pictures from my trip to Haiti… though they may not be in order.
Haiti is a nation that is very young with half of its population 25 years old or younger, there is an unemployment rate of 80%, and many of it’s people practice voodoo.
Apart from some of the unique statistics, there is something familiar with this nation. As I stepped out of the airport, I was suddenly taken back to other places I have visited.
Quite simply: Haiti is a Third-Wolrd country; and with that comes a particular look, feel, smell, and taste in the air.
But, as with all the other Third-World countries I have been to, there is something here that is almost unexplainable… a sort of beauty in the people… a sense of hope despite a seemingly hopeless situation.
We traveled across the country, from border to coastline, school to orphanage, in a rapid overview of the ministry of Convoy of Hope; and obtained first-hand insight into the continued relief efforts and rebuilding of the nation of Haiti after the devastating earthquake which rocked the nation in 2010.
As we were shuffled from place to place, there was something which was evident to both myself and others on the trip. The children we met seemed mostly unaware of their poverty. They were playful, innocent, and very thankful for what they have—even though what they do have is relatively nothing compared to our over-abundance in the United States. They don’t fully understand they live in a nation that is extremely poor, has an epidemic of cholera, and that many places in the world are vastly different.
All this is normal.
This is their life.
Yet, they remain full of hope and gratitude…
Reminded, again, of the undeserving opportunity I have to live where I do.
To be continued…