We are so glad and thankful that these IROMEN not only worked for the poorest with their hands and strength, but with their hearts and love. Thank you!
This time last week, I was walking through the Atlanta Airport, having flown (and not slept) all night from Guayaquil to Miami, processed through Passport Control and Customs (no problems either spot), boarded the plane in Miami then deplaned and made to change aircraft before finally-FINALLY-making it home.
So many people in the last week have asked, “How was your trip?” my knee-jerk response is “It was great.” And it was. Here is how I explained it to Lib a few years ago when we returned and she was debriefing me: “It’s like this; you take a dozen men, the vast majority of whom are Type-As and control freaks, and you take them to a country where they do not speak the language. You give them a job to do that they don’t know how to do. Sure, we all know how to swing a hammer, but we sure don’t…
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