I spent a night in Miami en route home, and it's a good thing I did. I was walking through the Miami airport with my carryon duffle bag in one hand and my laptop case in the other. I was starting to feel weak and feeble so I slowed down in the concourse and fell in behind a nice old woman with a cane. Her pace was perfect for me as everyone streamed by us. It opened my eyes to travelling through life at a different pace as I'm usually in the fast lane. I'm always thankful for experiences that help me understand on a deeper level the world that I live in and those beings that inhabit it.
I've found out since coming home that I've lost about 15 pounds. I expect this trip will also help me return to full health quicker as I'll be able to ingest a more adequate and nutritious diet.
Please continue to pray for my physical recovery.
Most of you know I've battled some serious illness over the past few years of being involved in Haiti. I haven't met anyone engaged in serving long-term in Haiti that hasn't been able to identify with me in this area. It comes with the territory of serving in a place where there is a greater risk of contracting serious illness. I was talking with another man devoting his life to helping the people of Haiti on the day I left from Haiti and was reminded that he has had malaria 14 times in 20 years of serving others there. It simply is a reality that comes with the territory.
Many people have asked me in the past if I'm going back to Haiti while I've been sick; to which I've continued to answer 'Yes.'
I don't go because it's comfortable. I don't go because I like the warm weather versus the colder weather of my home town. (I actually prefer colder weather.) I don't go because I prefer the Haitian food; though I do miss it at times when I'm in Canada. I go because I know I am meant to serve in this area with my life. I don't know if it will be for the rest of my life. But I know that it will continue until it is meant to change.
So I continue on in this eternal pilgrimage...
~Paul
~Paul


