
by Tim Gossett, from Different Voice
The course of my life changed after a visit to Haiti. It was the summer of 1986, and a campus ministry group I was part of traveled there to learn about extreme poverty and do a bit of service work. Having grown up in rural Wisconsin, I was not completely unfamiliar with what it meant to be poor; indeed, one of my friends literally had a dirt floor in at least one room of his house. But Haiti, which was the first country I had ever visited outside the U.S., was certainly victim to another type of poverty altogether.
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