I didn’t know what it was going to be like to bring my 11-year-old daughter Devin with me to Haiti. In such a beautiful country with the bluest water that she has ever seen lives incredible poverty and thirst.
Devin watches quietly and takes things in. Haiti’s a crazy place to come into as an adult. On one side of the plane as we land are beautiful mountains and blue-green waters – truly paradise. The other side of the plane shows a totally different picture...tin shacks that lean against each other, people crammed in small spaces and trash everywhere – true poverty.
My last three days have been amazing, I have fallen in love with this place and its people all over again, but I have also been watching Devin grow and been seeing how mature she is. Watching her deal with new experiences: 3 hour church services in concrete buildings, with no air or ventilation, riding in the back of a pick-up truck and on top of a Jimmy truck, watching her interact with the kids from HCH, and simply taking in the sights around her.
The first night we were in Haiti, riding back from meeting the HCH kids she and I were in the back of the pick-up truck driving down a dirt road. With light rain, coconut trees and palm trees all around, she said “I like it here.” I asked her, “Here in the back of the truck or here in Haiti?” She said, “Here in Haiti.” At that point I new she had been captivated. If nothing else I want her to see the beauty in this country and its people and the need that is here. I want her to go home to share her stories and to know that, although only 11, she can make a difference in someone’s life.