Haiti Mission Team
We loaded our arms with work tools and equipment, cooling rags, and treated water and made our way down the stairs, across the hospital lobby, through a passage way and out to the courtyard where we would occasionally see a woman preparing a meal in a makeshift outdoor kitchen, or an occasional rat scurrying across the yard. My thoughts were already focused on the day’s tasks. How long would it take to sand each board? Paint each desk? And how many of them did we have to complete this day?
Our progress was stopped before we even made it across the courtyard. The gate was locked. We groaned. And laughed. And groaned some more, eager to begin work and impatient with this
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