It's 5:50 AM in San Juan Airport. As I sit here nursing my hot coffee in an un-air-conditioned terminal, In fact its been a week of none of the comforts I'm used accustom to, my mind wanders to the moment I see my wife and kids again. Selfishly I dream of sleeping in my bed in an air-conditioned home that I don't have to worry about whether or not the roof will leak when it rains. As I wait for boarding to begin, face after face of the people we helped play through my head. One woman in particular comes to mind. It is the face of a woman rummaging through what she could salvage from what was left of her belongings.
When I first arrived on the island, the first thing I noticed besides the structural damage to homes and businesses, was that the island was very brown. The tropical vegetation had been stripped bare. The lush green mountains were now barren and exposed. The conditions were far worse than I had mentally prepared myself for. After meeting with our ground connection, we headed to Barrio Ingenio, Toa Baja. This community had been one of the hardest hit areas in all of Puerto Rico. The storm surge from Hurricane Maria flooded the neighboring river so that it rose to somewhere around 13ft. On top of the flooding, the high winds completely removed roofs and knocked down trees and power lines. We had come to deliver water, canned goods, flashlights, and hot meals but within minutes of arriving, we had found ourselves 20+ feet in the air trying to provide some temporary coverage on a home.