I am home at last and it feels good to be back in America. We safely flew 70 plus hours in 3 weeks. By Gods grace I was healthy the whole time and the helicopter worked flawlessly. We flew 18 people to the hospital for medical emergencies. We also flew medical supplies, food, and medical teams. We did several survey flights to assess the need for medical attention and water in remote villages, and just a couple of beach landings to take a quick swim. It was an amazing experience, that I feel privileged to have been a part of.
It was hard to see so much pain and suffering day after day. The devastation in Port-a-Prince is overwhelming. We would usually take off from the airport and head south west over the worst of it. I couldn’t help but think, as we flew over miles of densely packed and destroyed houses, how many sons, daughters, mothers, and fathers lay buried beneath all the rubble.There is hope for Haiti though. The last day I flew over the streets of Port-a-Prince, they were packed with people gathered together to pray and worship God. It might seem that this terrible earthquake would cause the Haitian people to curse God and turn further from Him, but instead, they are being drawn to Him. The hope for Haiti is the same hope that is available to the whole world. His Son, Jesus Christ. Keep praying for the people of Haiti.