As I stepped off the airplane into the warm Haitian airport, my brain was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. I was excited, ecstatic to see the sweet Haitian children and their smiles again. My heart had been missing the country of Haiti since I left the summer before. As we departed the airport and stepped softly onto Haitian soil, I became anxious. I looked around at all the mountains surrounding the airport and was reminded of the beautiful brokenness of this country. I was flooded with emotions as we passed kids with a lack of clothing and mothers trying to make end's meat by selling fruits on the side of the road. My heart broke for these families and their broken situations. A 2 hour truck ride would take us to the shore where we
