Today, one of our expeditions began towards a beautiful river called “Sucre Riviere” or “Sweet River.” Needless to say, the river was astonishing. The water was so clear, and the streams allowed me to float without a single care. Speaking of being without a single care, there was a young boy who pulled off his pants and jumped into the river. I am sitting here at a table in Haiti and my friends are back home in the United States devastated by the killings of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile. I too, am sad. I feel so tired. Was I really floating so carefree in the water? Maybe I was floating carefree because I was in Haiti. Maybe the young boy jumped in without a care because he was in Haiti, his home, where everyone looks like him, speaks like him. His home is a place where even if someone does not quite look like him or speak like him, that “someone” is the minority. In the pool, I felt quite jealous of him being able to jump in the way he did........