Personal Narrative: My Trip To Haiti By Bienvenue Larsen

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Bienvenue Larsen The most nicest thing that I have ever done was give people food clothes and money to people in my grandfather church and people in the streets in Haiti. During the summer my mother and I take trips to Haiti to help with family and friends and pray with them. So this summer I asked her can we go to my grandfather church that he left when he passed away and give people things that is in help. When I landed in Haiti I was anxious to get off the plane and help people that was in need. After we got off the plane we had to get a cab. On the cab ride I notice a lot of people in need in the streets so I told the driver to stop and I gave people cloths food and money for their family. …show more content…

He would sit on the chair before he preach and read stories in the bible to the children of the church. As I sat on it was as I connected with my grandfather. After I got settled I talked to the pastor about helping people in the church by giving food and different types of gifts so he told me it could be done in 3 days. In the three days I prayed and went around inviting people in the neighborhood and calling different churches to come and participate in the festivities. On the morning of the third day I notice people started to come and seats where getting filled so me and my mom and aunts started to cook it was a long 3 hours but we finished. After everyone entered the church I gave everyone brand new bible and other things that they will need for church after I leave. That day we sang songs, listen to the pastor preach and prayed to God. After church ended I brought out the food. I passed out about 300 plates of food and drinks to everyone that made it that day. The greatest thing about this time was seeing all the smiles on everyone face and this motivate me to keep helping

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