We got straight to business and began coating the building in white. It was so sweet that all of the local people wanted to help us. They were determined to leave their marks on the walls as well. It got a little overwhelming, but I had to remember that children in America are different than children here. Not saying that all American children are bad or anything like that, but many are lazy. I wasn't prepared for my supplies to be taken from me every time I turned my back. It was actually quite cute.
Could you imagine not being able to afford a bill that is $4 a month? We take very little things for granted and this 15 minute visit made me feel compassionate and compelled. For less than I would spend on a dinner out, I can ultimately provide a family with electricity and ability for an entire year.
After the visit, I attempted to speak to Samantha's mother in creole and although I got my short statement completely wrong, she smiled and held my hand. In her very sweet, motherly voice, she whispered, "I know." We walked and held hands down the block and my heart was full.