Heart tugged and stirred. News flashed across the screen calling for my attention. A whisper danced across my soul some 12 years ago. I’m going to Haiti someday, it said. Um, wait a minute. What? I shook my head and went about my business for the next many years. But…
I hopped into the tractor trailer with the big black tank holding 350 gallons of water – delivered 2-3 times that day, once a week. I grasped the sides of the trailer and tried to get my buns squared away on the edge so I didn’t fall out at the…