Slipping into the bathroom of our single-wide mobile home on the orphanage property, I pulled the thin plastic door closed behind me. I was barely holding myself together and, not wanting to alarm anyone else by my internal battle becoming an external display of tears, I sought out the only place that had some measure of privacy. I fell to my knees and pressed my eyes tightly shut.&
Iwatched in dismay as rainwater began flooding into our 20 by 8 foot container house—again. Heavy tropical rains had cascaded down on our tiny Haitian home for several nights in a row. And every night, I went through the same urgent routine: throw down two of our four towels in the c
If you grew up with the movie Pollyanna hallmarking your childhood, as I did, you were probably drawn to the little leading lady’s undefeatable happy heart and her ability to make those around her happy too.