It was 2005 , I was minding my own business, when a close friend from my church was forced to give up her spot on a mission trip to Haiti due to a conflict. That person, we’ll call her Bridgette, approached me and asked if I would be interested in going. No cost, fully covered. I said, “Okay, let me think about……YES! i would love to go!” We flew out a few weeks later and so began the insatiable love affair with the people and country of Haiti. 2005 through early 2009 consisted of 6 trips to Haiti under the direction of Dann Bryant, Director of Monadnock Bible Conference and Bridge Builders, a mission organization started by Dann’s father Russ Bryant. In 2008 Dann asked if I would consider being trained to lead Monadnock teams to Haiti. I was honored and onboard! I lead my first team in 2009 and have continued to be a part of Bridgebuilders(now called Love in Motion) ever since. Starting in 2010 I began to have thoughts about leading my own medical teams to Haiti. These teams would be made up of my peers and colleagues from the pre-hospital and hospital medical community that I have worked in for the past 21 years. After many sleepless nights on the ambulance and in the emergency rooms, building friendships and professional relationships, constantly sharing pictures and talking about all the ‘Haiti adventures’, I finally felt like the time had come to step out in faith and see what would come of organizing a trip of my own. Fast forward to July of 2015. Somewhere, in the midst of the chaos of life: work, ministry, weddings, and the college and high school graduations of three of my four kids, I took the leap and started contacting the people that had expressed interest and that I envisioned would be a good ‘beta’ team. I don’t think the email had been sent out for more than a few days and I had 10-12 people who were ‘all in’. When all was said and done, 18 of some of the greatest medical professionals and support staff were standing in the terminal at Logan International Airport in Boston, MA, looking at me, probably wondering, “What in the world did we sign up for?”. The trip was a huge success: nine days total, three full mobile medical clinics seeing over 650 patients, one very hot, but fulfilling, work/construction day at Bousol Timoun* Orphanage. (Compass Children)*: the name chosen for the vision of the founders to guide these children into places of leadership in Haiti There were many, many strategic conversations about the long range goals and possibilities of this crazy adventure ‘including the idea of starting a nonprofit organization.’ It was during one of these late night strategy conversations that someone asked what I would name the organization. I had been kicking around a bunch of options, but had landed nothing. Somewhere, during that same late night strategy conversation, I told the story from a past trip about a mom that showed up at our mission camp with a very sick and dying little boy, who was about a year old. He was completely lifeless in his mother's arms, his eyes were rolled back, he had a distended belly, he had wounds and sores, and his entire body was covered in scabies. Paul Deasy, the now Director of Love in Motion, and I were the only two medically trained people on that particular team. This mom laid the baby on the table and we started to quickly realize that he was very sick, dehydrated, malnourished, and significantly underweight. He was also covered in infected sores and open weeping wounds causing him to have a serious infection. As the team and our Haitian friends (33+ members) gathered around and prayed for the mom and baby, someone asked his mom what his name was. His mom looked sad and said that he did not have a name. We had come to learn through the local pastor that the custom in Haiti is that if the family or mother does not think that the baby will survive, then they do not name it. This custom comes from the idea that it will be easier emotionally when the baby dies, as well as the belief that if the baby does not have a name, then he will be protected from witchdoctors and voodoo spells . Paul and I began to aggressively treat him with antibiotics, debriding and cleaning his wounds, starting to get him hydrated, and getting the mom set up with baby formula and bottles to feed him. Very concerning to us was that during all of this treatment, he never cried, not once. This happened on the third of the six days that we were going to be in the area. Mom was sent home with all that she needed to continue to care for her baby and she was told to come back every morning and evening, so that we could check on him and see if he was getting any better. There were small improvements throughout the next few days, but on the third morning, when mom brought him to the camp for follow up, we could not believe our eyes! He was completely alert, his eyes wide open, smiling ,and eating, even able to sit up on his own and hold a lollipop. His fever was gone and the skin wounds and infections were healing at a supernatural rate. To say the least, we were all really excited. While we were all celebrating his progress, mom made a request; since we, the team, had cared for her and the baby, and had showed them so much love, she asked if we would give him a name. We were floored, no one knew what to say. How could this be our responsibility? Why would a mom, that was so overcome with joy and relief to know her son was going to live, give away this right to name her own child. The local pastor, who was interpreting, assured us that this was very much what she wanted and that she felt that because God used us to help her baby, then the name we chose would be the right one. After some discussion and thought Paul came forward with the name ‘Lavi’, which is Haitian Creole for life’. Back to 2016. First thing in the morning, after I had told that story, a very special couple, John and Debby pulled me aside. They were very excited and said that they thought they might have a solution to the ‘name issue’. They said, “Lavi”, and it was as if a torch had been lit in a dark room, it became absolutely clear, Lavi was it, the name for the organization.