It was 2012 and Brooke had just completed her Junior year of high school when she took her first of many trips to Guatemala. She was timid and nervous and I often thought that if I yelled, "Boo!" she would fall apart. Most people who meet Brooke now would not recognize that girl. That trip wasn't my first interaction with Brooke. I was in the hospital the night that her father passed away. A sudden, traumatic time for a young girl and her Mom. My heart wanted to scoop her up and help her through the healing process but life didn't allow that. Years later there she was on that mission team. Little did I know she would become my friend and an integral part of Caroline's Promise. One of the greatest joys that has come from leading Caroline's Promise has been doing life with people, watching them grow and become who they were created to be. I have a lot of great memories of Brooke but two stand out. We were at Casita Adona...