After a full day of flying and waiting in airports yesterday, most of it just me and one student after we parted ways with the rest of our group…
Every voice and every laugh sounded like someone from our team.
Every accent sounded Jamaican.
Every seat should have had a handle on it and every driver should have been Billy.
Every child was a joy.
Every story and smile was about loving God and loving others in Jamaica.
All the music was reggae.
And all my kleenex are gone.