The Forgotten Community: How It Changed My Life

Kid Who Loves Play-Doh’

Coming back at nightfall from the Utuado community, driving back to our homes, minds racing about the impact of the people we had met, knowing something had to be done. I asked Agnes if she would help me with this idea I had: help the people in these communities we had visited all throughout the center of the island (We had been traveling for days across Puerto Rico visiting communities, landmarks while passing miles of devastation). She agreed and I started working, getting supplies and organizing myself. At the moment, the idea was just a pipe dream; never realizing the profound change it would invoke on me. 

Continue reading “The Forgotten Community: How It Changed My Life”

The Forgotten Community: Intro

On the Ledge

Waking up one morning with no electricity or running water, I thought it would be great opportunity to begin working with impacted communities around the island. I had the skills of years of off-roading, rescue and living from your car (overlanding) and recognized this moment marked a turning point in history and one I wanted to feel part of. I woke up to a New York Times (link) article of the destruction in Puerto Rico with references to the washed-out bridge that connected the Utuado community with the outside world. It was the first time I had seen the images or known about the disaster and took it as a mission to go, document and figure out how I could help. As you can imagine, having no electricity or running water around the whole island made planning for it more like an expedition rather than a roadtrip as you needed to carry food/water and fuel for if you get stuck someplace due to floods, landslides or taking other routes due to destroyed roads.

Continue reading “The Forgotten Community: Intro”

Disarray and The Call to Action


Returning with the memories of my first contact with disaster in Humacao,  I felt a sense of calling: patriotism. Our island was in deep need to be saved. With the local government incapable and the US federal government dragging their feet in the sand, we needed an organic movement to rise up again. To all those who saw first hand the disaster, we knew instantly that the island could only be saved by boricuas working hand-hand to save ourselves. The disaster of the century could not wait for the government to figure out how to do something.

Continue reading “Disarray and The Call to Action”