I leave for Honduras tomorrow as part of the Mountain of Hope medical team. MoH is strictly non-profit in the truest sense. All of us do this on our own dime or through funding provided by very gracious donors. The group was originally built of a nucleus of members from St. Peters Episcopal Church of Lake Mary, but we have always firmly believed in being inclusive of all faiths, creeds, and colors. The team we have now is international and comes from all walks of life. Honduras has been hit hard by political and economic upheaval in recent years. The country still has the highest recorded murder rate (last I checked) anywhere in the world... and yes, higher than even any country in Africa, Afghanistan, or Iraq. I go anyway because I love the work we do there. I love the culture and I love the people i get to work alongside (many of whom are real friends of mine). Safety is always a concern, but we have been doing this for almost two decades now without any severe incident and intend to continue doing so. I say none of this to solicit or brag, but only to underline the belief that goodwill is still our best hope for building bridges between cultures. Domestic or foreign, I encourage everyone to do their part in whatever capacity they can afford. One of our promotional photos from 2014 (does not include the whole team). (that's me in the back row with the navy blue shirt and green handkerchief) And in case you are curious, more info on MoH can be found here: Website - http://www.mountainofhope.org/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/MountainofHope.org/timeline Anyway, farewell everyone. I expect to be back sometime around June 20th.
I completely forgot about this post, but Moro reminded me of this. I'm going again this year. First time back since before I started nursing school. Wish us luck.
Mission accomplished! I got Magnus free from the pit of damn dirty hippies only slightly covered in piss and mud, and we were able to get him to his flight just in time! Next time we're bringing shields though, we need greater hippy slapping power than a mere cane can give us.
They were in Tennessee. I'm in Florida. But I did read a local paper lamenting how all the hippy business are going out of business because they can't afford the local taxes anymore. So progress, I guess.
Magnus is alive and well and back in Florida. I'm hanging out with him again as his family has been very gracious and given me a place to regroup after my latest FUBAR incident. Unfortunately, I still can't rescue him from Florida, but I'm working on it.