Where do we ride while in Haiti? Well- when we have a vehicle that sits five people and you have much more people than that you sit in the back. In the box or on the edge of it. This doesn't make drivers go any slower - still 50 miles an hour at least - you end up covered in dirt and dust and, if it's a long enough trip, will probably burn, but I love it. It's exhilarating- like when your a kid on a bike and decide to ride down the hill to fast. The wind whipping into your face and the sun beating down on you. Your mind tends to wander ( it's a little hard to hear people when they talk to you) until your shocked back to reality when you turn a corner a little to quick, when the oncoming vehicle blares its horn and you can feel it's pull- for an instant- as it passes you. Sometimes less than a foot away. Like a semi on the highway, but with the Semi you are probably, hopefully, inside the vehicle. It all feels so much closer from the back of the truck too- it's louder, you feel the vehicle swerve or move more, and like I said, when your not paying attention it can definitely give you a good jolt. But then I think- I could die this way. Not that I want to die, or want to die suddenly and tragically, but I want to die while living. I don't want to be sick or old and unable to take care of myself. I don't want to be a living vegetable. I don't want to be a burden, waiting around to die. I want to die while living life to it's everyday potential. I want to live in my own home and have my life. I want to die while doing something. It could be just loving my grandkids or it or it could be traveling the world. Making a difference wherever I can. Loving- caring- giving.
To die, living.
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