I had the honor of serving in Haiti in late 1994 & early 1995 with the U.S. Army.  I got to know a number of people while I was there.  With few exceptions, they were a kind, open people.  When they were joyful, it was infectious.  When they were hurting, their pain was also our own.

In my travels around the country, I learned a lot from these people.  Outside of Port au Prince, it was a different world.  With adequate resources, the people carved out a living that was simple, but beautiful in its simplicity.  Although lacking in electricity, medical attention and running water, the people were reasonably healthy.  Their food was natural, their work hard and their friendship, genuine.

I also learned a bit of the history of the country.  In spite of the tremendous odds against them, the slave revolt was successful.  Haiti's status as the first independent black country is, without question, something to be admired.  As years passed, corruption took hold and a family took over.  Another dark chapter in their history had begun.  I had hoped it would end with our successful mission.

Occasionally, we were granted days off.  On one of these days, I had the privilege of visiting The Citadel.  This mountain top fortress was stunning and worth the climb.  The local guides told us of Christophe, the leader of the revolt.  Being permitted to walk the hallways & grounds was to be a part of history.

All anyone sees or hears of Haiti is the poverty.  There is so much more than that.  As it stands, despite my medical training and experience in Haiti, I have not found a relief organization who is willing to send me back there.  I would go without hesitation.  There can be no greater honor than to help these people in another of their hours of need.