HI Impact Trip Day 1 By Emma - 2/1/17

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From the very first step out of the plane I took in the hot Haitian air glancing at the beauty I saw in the Haitian land. Little did I know what I was actually about to experience. As soon as we got to Nicole's place we were blessed with immediate friends to help bring our bags in and feel right at home. After sitting down and having a bite to eat for a quick breakfast and talk about our day ahead, we ventured off to a museum in Cite Soliel. What quickly caught me off guard was the way of driving. I felt like I was on a ride from an amusement park. This is called the Haitian dance as our sweet Sarah said it best herself. Everyone has a destination and everyone takes initiative to get there how they want when they want. I was presently surprised there were no accidents with uncontrolled stop signs, no lines, no signs on the road, passing trucks because you feel like it, darting at a motorcycle and at the last second clearing a little path for them to go by. It was for lack of a better term organized

What quickly caught me off guard was the way of driving. I felt like I was on a ride from an amusement park. This is called the Haitian dance, as our sweet Sarah said it best herself. Everyone has a destination and everyone takes initiative to get there how they want and when they want. I was pleasantly surprised there were no accidents with uncontrolled stop signs, no lines, no signs on the road, passing trucks because you feel like it, darting at a motorcycle and at the last second clearing a little path for them to go by. It was for lack of a better term, organized chaos. I think that everyone should see this in their lifetime. It's quite the thrill. After the museum and learning about the history of the Haitian people, we went straight to the Haiti initiative building where we passed shacks made out of anything they can find to put a roof over their head. There was sewage smothering the roads and alleys where the children played, garbage upon garbage whilst people walked on top of it like it was normal old pavement, and we watched as mothers taught their daughters how to carry excess baggage or items to sell a top their heads.

As we arrived at the center we watched as a little boy in the midst of our tour came into this building full of tables as in a school cafeteria and stare at a whiteboard covered in the English language, this was his safe haven. This sweet boy came about a half hour early to his English lesson to repeat the words that were written on the board from a prior lesson. We waited for more to trickle in before introducing ourselves and before we could sit down we had our hands interlocked with these sweet boys as they examined our hair, touched our face, smelled our skin, poked at our veins, and stare into our eyes in admiration. We then made our way to the soccer fields where I was in shock how passionate these kids were about soccer.

They laughed and smiled while running and sweating in very hot conditions, keeping in mind they may or may not have had a meal the entire day. They enjoyed every second as they were taught by amazing coaches the game of soccer. When they finished practice we served them a meal they all worked hard to get. I watched as some of the skinniest kiddos stuffed their rice and beans into a bag under the table to save for later. This is day one. Let's make a difference.