Year: Graduate Student
Growing up, I experienced two divorces and six moves. I became envious of “normal” families where the dad was present in the home. I also envied them for their higher socioeconomic status and I dreamed of being a part of a family that was financially stable and living under one roof. It was not until a trip to Haiti that my eyes were opened to all that I really had.In the summer of 2012, I flew to Haiti with my church group. The plan was to have Vacation Bible School (VBS) during the day and lead church services in the evenings for five days. The experience that impacted me the most was visiting an orphanage to bring children of all ages dental supplies and hygiene products. When we arrived, some of the children were without clothes and eating small portions of rice. Once all the children were gathered in one room, we were able to give them paper and stickers to color and decorate. Access to stickers or any games was rare for them. One girl, who was around the age of two, began to cry unexpectedly. I tried to console her, but noticed an untreated sore on her leg. Fortunately, I was able to cover it with Neosporin and a Band-Aid that I had in my backpack. The crying stopped immediately. From that moment to the end of our time at the orphanage, we were inseparable. When I had to leave, it was my turn to cry. I knew I would never see her again.