Home sweet home

Daddy and I made it back into the US last night around 9.  We touched down in Miami and had to rush to make it to our connecting flight to Atlanta on time.  We landed in Atlanta around 12:30 am this morning and finally made it to the truck at 1:30.  We stopped in Commerce, GA at 3:00 after pumping up an almost flat tire for a shower and some sleep.

We pulled in the drive way around 2:00pm and B2 ran out the door and jumped up in my arms.  It was a great feeling turning in the drive way and having my family greet me with wide arms and open hearts.  Everyone looks like they have changed so much!  B4 was a little hesitant to come to me at first.  It may have been because of my glasses, but she finally came to me and started smiling.  It is great to be home.

Thank you all so much for your prayers for me and my family while I was in Haiti.  I have so much to share with everyone I really don’t know where to start.  I want to share every single story and moment.  I wanted to let everyone know that I was home and safe.  I will leave you tonight with a picture and the story of my new “special” friend Mickel.

Mickel is 15 years old and lives in the community of Bono where we started construction on the church.  He speaks a few words of English but mostly Creole.  We started playing around with each other while passing buckets of dirt to each other.  He seemed to always be next to me whether we were in the empty bucket line or the full bucket line.  I hit him with empty buckets and he would try and hit me with full buckets.  We had to talk through an interpreter but we communicated pretty well.

On the last day of construction Mickel came up to me before we left and simply asked me, “Daved, you take me home with you?  You be my special friend?”  My heart melted.  I’m not sure how it would have went over with me trying to get through immigration with a 15 year old Haitian?  We carried on our conversation through our translator.

This is only one small story and one small connection that I made in Haiti.  I know it is cliche to say that I will never be the same, but I will never be the same.  I feel for someone who would visit Haiti and experience what I have and not be changed by it.  By the experiences and the spirit of the people.  I worked side by side with Haitian men, boys and girls to build their church.

At one point while I was passing buckets of dirt I looked over and a 5-6 year old girl in a white dress was tugging at my shirt for me to toss her an empty bucket so she could help.  It was a blessing!  I’m pretty sure I will be posting for the next couple of weeks with stories and pictures to give Casey a break.

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