Ten years ago this month I boarded a plane for an island country I knew little about and, frankly, had never really given much thought. I was 18, I didn't give a lot of thought to a lot of things.
A decade later, it's rare that a day goes by that I don't think about my time in Haiti.
When the tiny half-an-island nation was obliterated by the earthquake one year ago today, I found myself glued to my TV. Watching helplessly from the frozen north, I worried for my friends. I was taken back to the winter of 2001 that I spent in Port-Au-Prince.