We stepped out of the van bleary-eyed and starchy-mouthed into the dark street. A group of locals stood smoking nearby, greenish-sliver smoke leaking ...
The Squad Meeting Point looks and smells like one of the houses we had to clean up during Samaritan’s Purse. Sleeping bags, papers, socks, cha...
A tangelo tree takes up about 80% of their backyard. He said it lost about half of its crop in the storm, but that cleared the way for the remaining f...
At 5am Rey’s alarm goes off. It’s a song about moving to California. You would think that something so calming would be more enjoy...
I thought we had gone to the wrong house. It definitely didn’t look like the ones we had served at before. I glanced nervously at my teammates a...
He was lying on his back on the side of the gritty dirt road. Face bruised, clothes caked with dried mud and blood, strength stolen. He was robbed of ...
I panted as I hurried to the SMP (Squad meeting point). Our campus is very hilly and somehow you never get used to the constant clambering up and down...
We leave Training Camp tomorrow. I can’t believe it. I’m going to miss my little tent and the home I made here. I have learned so much her...
I jolted awake around 3:30pm on Saturday. Perched on my leg is a little brown bird. I scream and shake, nearly falling out of my hammock. The bird squ...
I always like to wipe off my feet before crawling into bed. I tug a damp baby wipe out of it’s shiny white package and begin to scrub the dirt f...
