My time in Honduras after Hurricane Mitch was
also a time of deep reflection. My life began as an adventure in Africa,
and the adventure continued through college into my career as a freelance
photographer. For a few years the occasional international assignment
or overseas vaccation kept me in tune with my background, and of the
global village we all live in, but I also got caught up in the rat race
of bills to pay and money to make.
My time in Honduras after Mitch gave me an
opportunity to meet victims, and to work with volunteers trying to help
these victims. I feel the desperate need this world has for more HANDS
ON solutions to socio-economic imbalances and specific difficulties.
My interest in the rat race has passed, my passion for the international
world burns within me, and my intention is to pursue my career in international
documentary photography the best I can.
In Honduras I prayed that God would show me
the path my life should take, and that if I ever strayed from his path,
that HE would drag my silly self back to the right path again.
On our last morning in Honduras I stepped out onto the roof top for
one last view of Teguce, and I cannot get the image of what I saw there
out of my head. I believe God answers prayers, this is what I saw:
