Looking forward our return to Cange, Haiti to tell the story how water is transforming a village; all because of Clemson Engineers!
It is time to change our thinking. Talk less about what makes a great story.
Go out and listen, seek, and find great stories…then tell them. The more you listen, find, and tell stories…the more stories you will find. You never know…you might meet someone that you never thought you would meet, who might not even be able to speak the same language. But you might find something amazing and even get a hug.
The act of listening with our ears and eyes is the greatest start to telling stories…they are all around us. It is up to use to tell them for others to enjoy!
One of my favorite images I captured for Saia LTL … his smile showed the pride he takes in his job.
One of the more interesting moments in Cange, Haiti happened completely out-of-nowhere, literally. While were in Haiti, everyone had a motorcycle or a dirt bike. Haitians would ride three and four at a time on these dirt bikes.
This little boy and his blue chair. I just love this picture.
As I was walking through the village of Cange, I just happened to see this little boy. He had the giggles and was smiling at the whole Clemson team walking by. I turned and smiled and he started playing pick-a-boo with me.
I have been thinking about this picture for a few days now. This little moment in time while hiking through the village of Cange. We had walked to the top of one of the peaks where a water cistern was located. As we were looking at the flowing water coming into the cistern, I heard a little baby crying.
I was raised in a family where engineering as a discipline surrounded me, my father being a Mechanical Engineer and his brothers in similar disciplines. It was almost understood that I would become an engineer. This day, this moment, I felt like I was an engineer.