I'm back early this morning from my Habitat Charlotte trip to El Salvador. This annual "attitude adjustment" trip is always so rewarding, such a pleasure, and lots of hard work. I spent many months preparing at the gym, knowing as I do, that being in the best shape possible always makes for a better trip. I was, if I do say so myself, quite studly this year and suffered no injuries, didn't fall down on the site, and with the help of a little Advil P.M., not even sore during the week of hard work. For mi compadres, I wrote this poem, which came to me as I was going to sleep on our last night in the country.
And Then
And then they started to leave.
At first just a couple
Who don't enjoy the beach.
And then we all pack up
Our fabulously dirty clothes
Crusted with the week's sweat and work
And then we have our last hugs
And disperse throughout the airport
To our respective gates and cities.
And then we fly away home to our loved ones
Dreaming of next year,
Leaving behind those we love, too. Read More
And Then
And then they started to leave.
At first just a couple
Who don't enjoy the beach.
And then we all pack up
Our fabulously dirty clothes
Crusted with the week's sweat and work
And then we have our last hugs
And disperse throughout the airport
To our respective gates and cities.
And then we fly away home to our loved ones
Dreaming of next year,
Leaving behind those we love, too. Read More