![]() ![]() I felt like I had stepped back in time, everything seemed broken - buildings, roads, homes, families and individuals but I fell in love with a people and a country. After training in disaster relief and volunteering at ground zero in New York City, I deployed with a team to Afghanistan in May 2002. ![]() Years of traveling around the world prepared me for the biggest and most pivotal moment of my life. I could experience the world and not hide from those less fortunate. With a little bit of planning and huge suitcases full of medical supplies, I was able to satisfy my lust for travel and feed the compassion of my heart. ![]() This was the moment that I decided to "vacation with a purpose." I spent the week visiting her, bringing diapers and groceries-and that’s where I felt content. She invited me to her home where we ate soup made with not much more than fish bones. On a memorable trip to Jamaica, I grabbed a bus into town and met a twenty-year old mother with five kids. My explorations were always fascinating, and I would see a country that was not accessible from my fancy resort. I loved it, but I’d quickly found myself bored with the tourist destinations, and after my fill of jet skis and margaritas on the beach in the manicured resort compound, I would wander off and see how the real people lived. When they have been in one place too long, they demand to walk on new soil. ![]()
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