So yeah. Tomas has me scared and I'm in my safe home in Rogersville. I'm not in a tent. I'm not on the ground. I'm not in the valley. I'm in a house made of bricks and wood.
My heart aches for my friends in Haiti. Yeah, trips change you. I wouldn't have really thought much about it, other than the heartache and fear that a hurricane brings, a year ago. Shoot even 3 months ago. But my heart aches for the people at Camp Hope and soon to be Miracle Village.
My heart aches for the friends I made while in Haiti. Dudes like Lamy, Samuel, and Pitone.
My heart aches for Andrea, who has taken another trip down. Hoping that she'll stay safe as Tomas rolls through. And after.
My heart aches.
Sitting here wondering if March will be soon enough.
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