My Observations

My first observation of Haiti was the airport: extreme chaos. Bag boys would flood you and wrestle you to take care of your bags for a dollar. Then there was the sitting outside of the airport, where you’d hurry up to wait- definitely an interesting experience. The ride to Port-au-Price, a city maybe made for a half million people was crammed with two million people. Arriving at our compound, it’s like you’re taking in an oasis in the middle of chaos. I was very taken aback. You really begin to examine yourself as far as your personal wants and needs, seeing true poverty. I find myself guilty for taking our clean drinking water out of the compound, and we sometimes try to give it away to the locals when we can. I think the whole team felt an accomplishment after building the four walls of the rubble house after four days. It was a good feeling. Our Cap-Haitian friends are here being missionaries to their own people. They took the time out of their week to come here and help like we did. It was pretty cool to see.

Steve Follman