Where Hope Grows, Miracles Blossom

Since my return from Haiti, life picked right back up to moving quickly. School is in full swing, I'm treating my first patients, and sometimes it's difficult to remember that I was in Haiti not long ago. Life happens like that, and the last few days it suddenly hit me how much I miss being there. I miss my Sabienka. I miss my friends, the heat, the laughter. I miss speaking Creole. I miss feeling the support of the community. I miss morning Mass, I miss the wonderful kiddos, I miss the patients and the rehab center. I miss the other volunteers and the plaintains and pikliz. I miss Prestige and Sister Lorraine's homemade Bailey's. I miss my godson and all the babies in the abandoned room.

But life happens like that. There are plenty of things here that I missed when I was in Haiti, and finding a balance between the two is, and will be, a constant challenge. But I can't complain about loving two places. At least I have two places to love.

So for updates: Haiti seems to be doing the same, and the run-off election is set for March 20th. Celestin was finally cut out of the running and we'll see how the rest goes, but for now the stability is a welcome change.

Lastly, take some time to read a beautiful reflection Where Hope Grows, Miracles Blossom by Gena, the director of the special needs program in Haiti and one of my role models. I have been lucky enough to meet and spend time with each of the children and young adults that she finds inspiration from. Beautiful stories.

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