Part of my heart says “Stay, stay.” I am so exhausted that I am not even looking forward to my upcoming Costa Rica trip. I toy with the idea of staying on. But then, I am so exhausted that I would need to rest for a couple of days before I would be of any use to anyone anyways. I may as well go home. Getting the cholera management trainers off on the ground yesterday felt like a big accomplishment for a 13 day mission. I tell my newly minted trainers that they need to work hard so to that all the hours I put into this program would not be in vain--that the program becomes a worthwhile legacy of my recent mission. I fly back to Miami. CNN broadcasts the count of over 700 deaths from Haiti’s cholera outbreak. I just hope that the message gets out and lives are saved.
I still have homework. I spend part of my 5 1/2 hours layover in Miami finishing reports. The exhaustion catches up: I sleep for the entire flight, lucky to have 2 empty seats beside me. I wake up to the twinkling lights of Toronto. I declare zero on my customs form for the first time. Customs, baggage, taxi, home.
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