On November 17th, 2013, I moved to the small village of Ouanaminthe, located in the Northeastern region of Haiti, just across the border of the Dominican Republic.
I came as a missionary journalist with a heart to serve and a desire to be immersed in a culture completely foreign to my own.
A typical mindset for an American relocating to a Third World country is, "how much of an impact I'm going to have..." Following the stereo-typical suit, I bought into this idea.
However, what actually has taken place, is quite the opposite.
In the few months I've been living life in the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, my life has been changed and impacted more than I can even begin to express in words.
It's funny how we always try and define our purpose, or strategically organize the path for our lives. Yet, it's usually the unexpected, sudden twists and turns that bring more beauty, depth and significance to our existence.
That's what Haiti has provided for me. A scenic detour off the crowded freeway, I was so set on staying the course on. This road-less-traveled has opened my eyes in more ways I ever thought possible.
And it's only just begun.