Haiti just happened to be the country our ten-man team, or rather 10-man-woman-and-child-team of volunteers represented during our two hours of philanthropy dedicated “to feeding God’s starving children hungry in body and spirit.”
The energy in the room that afternoon was palpable, the music as loud as the occasional cheers that ripped through the mechanics of so much motion as each team worked like a fine-tuned machine scooping, pouring, weighing, adjusting, sealing, stacking, packing and then labeling hundreds and hundreds of MannaPacks.
Time was precious considering two and a half million Haitians live in extreme poverty; one-hundred thousand Haitian children under five years of age suffer from acute malnutrition; one-third of Haitian women and children are anemic. Did you know Haiti is the least-developed country in the Western Hemisphere, one of the poorest countries in the world?
I know if I’m going to travel this world it behooves me to help make the world a better place. No place better to start than Feed My Starving Children.
Margaret Mead was right! Never underestimate the power of a small group of committed people to change the world. In fact, it is the only thing that ever has.
We closed with a prayer at the end of our 2-hour shift, gathering round to lay hands on the boxes of meals now stacked in the warehouse awaiting shipment. Who knows, maybe one day I'll actually make it to Haiti alongside those boxes as a volunteer once again for Feed My Starving Children.
For now, I'm content to remain behind the scenes, reminiscing on one of the best trips I never took!
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