It was a Friday. Friday’s are the day everyone looks forward too as it means the weekend is near. This particular Friday I wasn’t thinking about the weekend. I wasn’t even thinking about the upcoming week. I had butterflies in my stomach, this particular Friday, I was nervous. I was about to embark on a journey that ultimately would change me. Last Christmas I was asked if I wanted to take this adventure and without a seconds thought I said, “yes.” I made the call, got introduced to people, plans were set in motion. Then the day finally arrived to begin this journey. We arrived at the airport, a bunch of people who were brought together for the same reason. Some of us knew others, some of us met for the first time. I didn’t know it on that Friday, but I would come to love each of those people who were strangers to me.
I am not a world traveler, but I have traveled a lot in
my lifetime. Been across the ocean a
time or two, but this was my first time to a different country. A country struck with poverty and in need of
help. I wasn’t expecting to see lavish
resorts or beautiful beaches. I had done
my research prior to my trip and I knew what I might encounter. I watch the “Amazing Race” I thought I knew
where my adventure would take me. We
made our way to Haiti without any problems.
We arrived and quickly loaded ourselves and the supplies and made our
way to our living quarters for the next week.
The ride was long and the view was like nothing I have ever
witnessed. Seeing devastation first hand
is beyond humbling. I sat there amongst
strangers, trying to not get emotional.
At that moment, I forgot about the world I left behind and started
getting excited knowing I was there to help.
The week went by very fast, almost in an instant my time
was over. It was like a whirlwind of
sorts. Those who had come before us told
us it would be a lot of hard work.
Coming from a small critical access hospital, we have days that are long
and very busy. My busiest, most
emotionally charged day at home didn’t even compare to what I did every single
day I was working at Pierre Payen Hospital.
As tiring as the days were, I felt accomplished at the end of the
day. I’ve always considered being a
nurse as a thankless job, similar to that of being a mother. The people I encountered were all so gracious
and thankful. I had been thanked,
blessed, and even prayed for by the family members of my patients. Such unwavering selflessness. I saw
so many people, I didn’t remember names just diagnosis. I have a few names and faces I will not ever
forget. Like Clarisse, the smile behind
the sad eyes. I may not remember their
names, but I will remember their stories.
I will remember the huge sense of community. I will remember Maurice sitting in front of the
door, without words, watching his friend trying to breathe.
I take away from this adventure, this journey, this
experience so much more than I gave. I
take away humility, bravery, and compassion. I saw and felt things I will never
forget. This will be one of my defining
moments in life. One of the greatest
things I have ever done… and will do again!
I feel happy knowing I helped,
even for a little while. I am truly
blessed to have been a part of this group.
I am thankful and grateful. “My
cup runneth over.” (Psalm 23)
| Wendie, Namdar and Mary. |
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| Wendy........ hot! |
As the week drew to a close, we had a group meeting. We were asked to share our highs and
lows. My high was encountering people
who would show me graciousness. My low
was knowing I was leaving the next day. I
wasn’t thinking of the weekend activities, going back home, or going back to
work. I was leaving a place that changed
my heart, changed the way I saw the world, changed me. The next day I left Haiti with a full heart
and no butterflies. It was a Friday.
| CMMT at The Indigo resort on the ocean, the last night. |










