My Title: Honduras (backwards) sarudnoH

I just finished reading, "On That Day Everybody Ate" by Margaret Trost; a book I couldn't set down. Margaret writes in the first person about her invitation to go to Haiti following the tragic death of her husband and lover.

Shortened Excerpt page 8: . . . "Bryan (an old friend) told me that he went to Haiti several times a year and invited me to go with a group the following year. My heart spoke and I said yes, almost in passing. Bryan explained that it would b a two-week pilgrimage of REVERSE MISSION. It was "reverse" because it would be transformational for the participants. It would involve volunteering at an orphanage and/or with sick adults. . . There would be plenty of time for reflection and journal writing. Witnessing life in poverty would raise all sorts of questions and feelings about life, faith, wealth, and poverty and would be transformational. . . On the surface, I appeared as a successful business woman and parent. Beneath, I had another broken heart and wondered if I'd ever heal. I was searching for something- I didn't know exactly what- but something that would move me forward and out of the rut I'd been in. This trip could help. It was certainly worth a try."

My husband hasn't died, thank goodness, and I am am not in a painful "place" right now, but the reverse mission title rings true. Hence the reverse spelling of Honduras.
Honduras! SurudnoH!