The Lost Luggage Chronicles
To say the beginning of the week was rough for me would be a bit of an
understatement, but honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way know looking back. My
name is Charlotte and I am the youngest person on the trip and was worried about
everyone thinking I would be immature this week. As anyone who has ever met me knows I
can be very goofy and I really wanted everyone to see my serious side. Well as God always
does, he gave me a chance to act upon my wishes. When we arrived to the airport in Portau-Prince there was a lot of talk about luggage. But not once did I possibly imagine that mine wouldn’t make it here. We were all standing and watching the carousel, waiting to see our bags so we could yell to Chad to grab our bag. After about ten minutes I was the only one left standing with Chad. Panic had started to set in when I looked around and couldn’t see my bright green bag anywhere. It was obviously not there. I turned around to look at the rest of our group and I saw in their eyes the same pity that I had often given to my
friends who have forgotten or lost things in our many travels. My lip quivered and I wanted nothing more than to cry and have them crowd around me and cheer me up, but instead I just put a smile on my face and said “I’m okay, I’ve dealt with worse”, and that was the truth. I have had hardships in my life just as anyone else and I figured if God got me through those then he can surely get me through this. Plus being the ever paranoid traveler I packed a pair of skirt and two shirts along with my shirt and skirt that I had been wearing.
I had all I needed for the most part. What I learned in that instant of not having my bags was how beautiful the people are I have around me here because all of them instantly swore to give me all they had to make sure I was well taken care of. And I was.
One of the greatest things about being here is talking to all the children and people. They are so
interested in my life and I am of course so curious about theirs. What I have learned is almost all of them have lost someone in their lives, and that they have very little to their name. But nonetheless they still have a big smile on their face, and will happily give away what little they have to help someone else. After talking to so many of these kids I can honestly say I am glad theHaitian Airport lost my bags. It was God’s little way of giving me the slap in my face I needed to truly appreciate these children and be thankful for all I have.
Before coming here I had some wavering faith in a few categories and had fallen off the band wagon of Christian values a bit. Having my bags brought to me today while I was working at the school and being able to take my medicines that I had in my bag that without I had been very sick, made me so ridiculously happy. I don’t think I have ever been so excited to take medicine ever. I just want to thank to Lord so much for this amazing learning opportunity to prove that I can be an adult and I should appreciate so much that I have. I hope that you who are reading this can be thankful for all you have in your air conditioned homes back in America. Love you Lots -Charlotte
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