It's amazing that I went back to Haiti after my first visit in September 1993. It was only for eight days. I could not have stood much more.

On the third day I had serious stomach problems. On the fifth day I went on a trip supposedly two hours from Port-au-Prince. It took the whole day. A car that could not go uphill when loaded. Vehicles with broken springs and flat tires. Super-sized mud holes. Welcome to travel in Haiti!

 Being the only white man was like being in a cage at the zoo. I was the odd one to stare at. I had never had an experience like this in my life.

 On my return home I cried for two weeks. I not only saw the misery, I touched and felt it. Being there is vastly different than just seeing it on TV.

I did go back the next year, and God has drawn me back again and again to help the people of this place that has become so dear to me.

This was the beginning of the greatest adventure of my life, one that is still developing.

Raymond