Dr. Vincent DeGennaro Jr. '02 | November 12, 2015
This week is just like any other week for me, staccato and split between two drastically different places, rarely with enough time to adjust or reflect.
On Sunday, I work as a doctor in a hospital at the University of Florida in Gainesville. At the end of seven straight days of 12 hour shifts, I am physically exhausted and thoroughly fed up with the excesses and idiosyncrasies of the American healthcare system.
Monday morning I wake up at five to catch a short flight to Miami. I sit in the airport lounge watching the horrible mass shooting of the week unfold on cable news during the three-hour layover, before boarding another short flight to Port-au-Prince, Haiti. There, the konpa music of the Caribbean band welcomes me home, or at least to one of my homes. I never know if I’m emotionally ready for what my life in Haiti will bring.