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Reflection Paper On Haiti

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My church was planning a mission trip to Haiti in Summer of 2016. As soon as I heard the announcement I knew I was going. My husband, my then nineteen-year-old son and myself started our plans to travel. Passports were bought, fundraisers were planned and me thinking I needed to know everything there was to know about Haiti started my searches on the internet. I went into this trip thinking I knew all about the culture, country, the people and what I could do for them. I quickly found out just how wrong I was.

As soon as our flight started descending over Port-Au-Prince Haiti every ounce of knowledge I thought I had vanished. There were fires in the distance and crumbled building as far as I could see. As we exited the airport and once I caught my breath from how hot it was we had a mob of people all over us like fleas on a stray dog. They wanted to help us so we will give them money. And once we could get past that, a smell hit us from every direction. Burning garbage and burning charcoal filled the air. Our drive was almost four hours to where we were staying and in that four-hour trip I saw more naked people, garbage, crumbling buildings and wild animals then I had ever even known existed. There was so much new information to take in it was so overwhelming. This was not something I had planned for.

After a night of rest, it was time to get to it. Here I am, ready to help. We can now fix everyone's problems! Well, not so much. That thought had to leave my mind. There

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