Personal Narrative: My Trip To Haiti

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From January 2nd to January 10th, I travelled down to Haiti with some friends on a Gordon College Missions Trip. We met as a team multiple times to plan and prepare for our adventure. But no matter how many pictures we looked at or how much we researched, I personally was not ready for the rush of emotions that came from staying in Haiti. The variety of emotions I felt ranged from heartbreak to utter joy. Partners in Development (PID), the people, and of course God all played a part in making this the most memorable and life-changing trip I have taken. To begin the trip, we flew from Boston to Miami to Port au Prince. Once we landed, we waited in line as we went through customs. We tried to avoid looking like a group so we wouldn’t be searched going through customs. Each of us brought a checked bag of supplies for PID because that’s the only way they can get these supplies. Some of us had medications in our bags and if any of them were near the expiration date, they would have been confiscated and thrown away. …show more content…
I didn’t really have a grand opinion on mission trips. I always saw them as big heroic American Christians coming to save the day, and I didn’t really want to be a part of that. I wanted to help people, of course. I wanted to do this because I was a Christian, but also because I was a person. This mission trip was really low-key. Our flight from Miami to Port au Prince was full of people on mission trips. And they were the crews that are boisterous and exuberant. You could tell who they were by their T-shirts. I was really glad that we weren’t a T-shirt team. We were not going there as heroes. One of the doctors in the clinic called us heroes. I signed up for this trip not so that I could be a hero, but so that I could be a servant. A servant to both God, and the people of Haiti. We were going there as friends, brothers and sisters of the world. We worked with the Haitians, on their terms. And that’s what I’ve come to love about
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