Not Your Everyday Flight...

We got up early from our first night in Port au Prince and hustled to the airport. We waited in the airport for quite some time before we walked out to the runway boarded a little plane that wasn’t greatly maintained. Our Ginghamsburg group boarded with a few more seats open. Soon four or five people joined us.
One of the students was sitting in the very front seat. I was sitting right behind her in the second row. A young Haitian lady came on the plane with a few bags and her infant.



The student asked this lady “can I help you?” The lady, without hesitation, handed the baby off.
I then immediately got the look of “what in the world do I do?”
I responded with, “You are in Haiti now. She’ll be back. Don’t worry.”
“Tyler this is only the second time I have ever held a baby in my life.” She said back to me.
“You will be fine. The lady just went to get another bag or something. She’ll be back.”
Sure enough the lady came back and took the baby. The lady did need more help though. She needed help mixing formula. Not something easily done in air.

We also hit a storm on that flight. It was the first time I remember actually turbulence in a plane. I was never so happy to get on the ground in my life. The flight that came in behind us had a worst flight. The pilot told them when they landed that they should not have made in safely.



This was the perfect setup for the rest of our week. Everybody knew we were not in the States anymore. You might get a kid handed to you, there’s not a TSA to ground flights or any travel laws to govern any transportation. You are in a foreign land so throw out every thing you know. If it makes sense, it most likely won’t get done that way.