I had been flying for only a few hours, and I couldn't wait to step off the plane, grab a Starbucks, and start a great adventure in Haiti. When I caught my first glimpse of this country I quickly realized that I was in for a rude-awakening. I had gone to Haiti hoping that somehow I could "change" the world, starting with this small country, but the exact opposite happened. Haiti changed me. What I saw in the week to come was nothing less than heart breaking.
I blocked out a significant portion of the car ride until the chaperone driving said "Only 30 more minutes to go boys." I'd like to tell you that what I saw was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. The mountains looked like green waves that flowed infinitely with countless valleys crowded with life. This was the initial turning point in the trip that almost immediately altered my entire mentality for the trip. The next morning, after a lengthy 5-hour night of sleep, my individual team of 11 people departed into the mountains in pursuit of a specific house that was in need of help.
Of the three planes that crashed, two of the planes hit the Twin Towers, and one hit the Pentagon. The plane that didn’t hit anything had passengers that fought back and crashed it into a field in Pennsylvania. Powell Middle School had a trip that offered any honor roll student the chance to go on a school trip to New York. I worked hard all year, and I was able to attend the trip. We went to many places, one being the 9/11 Memorial.
Over the summer, in August, I traveled to California by myself. About a week later, my brother (Austin) came by himself and a couple days after, my cousin Joseph flew over as well. We stayed at my aunt and uncle’s penthouse in downtown Los Angeles. Then on Saturday morning we set off to San Francisco in a rental car for 5 and half hours. The ride was super long but we had some beautiful sights to watch as we drove by on the warm pleasant day.
As a Navy Reservist in a top cargo handling unit, I found myself on an airplane more often than I could have imagined. In those 5 years, we traveled to Virginia and Texas numerous times throughout the year for our weekend meetings not to mention yearly trips to places like California, Guam and Hawaii. It doesn't matter if I was away for the weekend or for two and a half weeks, packing made me apprehensive. I knew what I must bring... the uniform and what I wanted to bring... fun clothes. But I wanted to bring everything under the son with me knowing well that I'd have to buy more luggage for the trip home.
Growing up in Jamaica it is safe to say my life has been anything but normal. I have seen and done the impossible but one thing stands out above the rest and it was the time I took a shower in a category 4 hurricane. In 2004 when Hurricane Ivan hit Jamaica, I was a 6 year old in first grade. It was absolutely disastrous, causing many fatalities and even left some people homeless and sick. While it was catastrophic it was also a win for us as kids because we didn’t have to go to school for a while.
The morning of March 24th, I left for Florida. The 17 long hours in a car consisted of me listening to music, watching the rain, and trying to enjoy the ride. When we finally arrived at the hotel, the only thing I wanted to do was get out of the car. We only made about 5 stops along the way, most of which were during the earlier hours of the car ride. I wanted to get up, I wanted to look around, I wanted to finally see everything I’d be waiting to see.
It was very difficult for my brother to sleep because the engine was fairly loud. However, since he was so tired it didn’t really affect him and he managed to take rest. My parents didn’t eat a lot of the food on the airplane because they didn’t really enjoy it (they just managed with butter and toast and coffee). After seven hours, they finally arrived at Pearson Airport and they were amazed by how beautiful the airport looked (Dhaka airport’s structure wasn’t as modernized as Pearson Airport’s structure). They booked a room at a nearby hotel and stayed there for a week.
Have you ever dreamed about visiting somewhere and you started thinking your life there? Coming to Miami was my biggest dream in my entire life because I see how beautiful it used to be when someone came anywhere from the US and how other people treated them with respects. I guess all immigrants dream about coming to the US, although not everyone wants to come to stay, but I know for sure everyone in other country would like to visit one day. I grew up in a small city with my Mom and my Sister where life was kind of hard for us because My Mom was a single Mother that trying to raise two kids at that time. I have never had a chance to know my Dad because he came to Miami couple months after my Mom got pregnant.
I got 6th place in the tournament and was not happy but I gained experience and never gave up. My father and I drove back to Dallas and were greeted by the rest of my family who were all over the country and some in different countries. My Spring Break was fun because I got to spend five days with my dad and we did what we both love to do. I was upset that I did not win but you can’t always win and you have to learn how to lose and be a good loser. Spring Break 2018 was one for the record