March 10th began my journey of a life time.
11 weeks in Ghana, Africa was more than I expected.
I made many memories that will forever be all mine.
I will keep them in my heart to always be protected.
There were many sleepless nights fearing sudden war and rebels.
Spending every day playing tennis with my brother.
Many long days in the pool skipping pebbles.
Saying a long and meaningful prayers every night for my mother.
Never in my life have I been more grateful for bread and water on the table.
Forever thankful that sanity was only a phone call away.
For many days I wanted to give up, but through God I was able.
It was during this trip in Ghana that I really learned how to pray.
Many hours were spent anticipating for paperwork to be done.
Always seeking to find the closest thing to America that we could.
Constantly, I had to remind myself that the devil had not won.
If I could help every suffering person in that country, I would.
It is now May and we are finally heading home.
Finally, I would be able to sleep in the comfort of my own bed.
In my opinion, Ghana is just as beautiful and eye catching as Italy or Rome.
Although, every night I am still haunted with the fact that many African children will never have a safe place to lay their head.