Sunday, May 1, 2011

Soccer in Haiti

One warm, Haitian evening, David and I picked up a soccer ball and walked over to the side-by-side soccer fields near the airport. A few street children hung around the goals, lethargically watching the American's with the brand new ball. We started kicking it back and forth, soon boys started joining us.
At first, each child was shy, then they noticed I had gum. I tore the long strips in half, so that they would go further, and we formed two teams. If anyone kept score, I didn't notice. We played for hours, they didn't have anywhere to go and I didn't want to leave them. By dark, we had 30 or 40 on each team.

I don't think I ever played a better game of soccer.