Twelve years and 2 months ago, I was getting on a plane heading for Haiti…my new home. I never imagined the journey that God would lead me on, the heartache I would experience, the miracles I would witness, the lives that would be changed, the lessons I would learn, and the contentment I would have in knowing I was exactly where God wanted me to be. Sometimes at the end of the day, whether I am in Haiti or on vacation in the States, I sit in silence reflecting on my life. I've learned to really appreciate those moments. Living in a home full of anywhere from 15-40 boys over the years might have something to do with that! But m any times during these moments, the silence speaks volumes. It is not a silence in the sense of quiet or a noise-less environment, but a silence that whispers “Grateful”. If I could think of one word that explains how I feel most of the time, that is the word….simply Grateful. Yes, I am grateful because I have a f...