One, two, three...ten…fifteen...twenty one...twenty four, twenty five. No twenty six? We were about to board our connecting flight to Newark but who was missing?! I counted two more times. Twenty two, twenty seven. I took a deep breath and counted again. Twenty six. Phew.
Several things ran through my mind: did we pack all the medicine? What happens if we forgot something, someone? If someone has to go home in the middle of the trip, what would have to happen? Are we ready? But then, I looked around the plane and saw several rows of navy blue, Global Medical Brigades shirts with sleepy yet smiling faces. I could help but smile myself. I could not have been luckier to be surrounded by such a loving family for four years. I have watch many of my members grow and become driven and passionate individuals that are more than prepared to go on this trip. I leaned back, place my pillow on my teammate’s shoulder next to me and closed my eyes.
Panama, here we come.