The Darkest Day

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A mission trip to Haiti ends with a day that has become inevitably  unforgettable. I left with her blood on my clothes. Stay tuned for a short journey into the hardest day I have ever lived.All Rights Reserved

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The Darkest Hour
Thu, Jan 14, 2016

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The Darkest Hour
Thu, Jan 14, 2016

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