At the age of 12, I left the US for the first time. I didn't go to a vacation resort or a historical landmark in Europe. My first trip beyond American soil was Haiti.
By Thursday evening, I had a flight booked to LA. During my layover in Las Vegas, I confirmed the rest of my trip to Manila.
"Well they give up or get more determined to leave Cuba to find opportunities."
My first impression was Fidel must be a close family member, not a government leader. No one has personal photos like this...
When you are good friends with someone, it is common to hold their hand as you walk and talk...
Underage prostitution, children sifting through garbage heaps to find food, rampant crime, homes made of scrap materials, and large portions of people who never completed even the basic levels of education compose this village.
Here is a video that I put together with photos taken while I was in Haiti.
"Haitians do not believe in giving up. We must push on no matter what comes in our way. Giving up is not an option."
The room he was sitting in partially collapsed, and many of his friends that were in other rooms died in the quake.
This man makes his living from Voodoo. Now he is exploring giving it up to find out more about Christ that he hears about so much.
Even though he looked the same, I don't trust my memory when identifying people. Awkward misidentifications aren't fun for anyone.