Emotions

I am left with so many mixed emotions and feelings today. We have witnessed everything from complete and total desperation to chaos and frustration to sadness, sorrow and aching hearts. Coming to a place like Haiti does that to you. It's a roller coaster of emotions.

Today we did two water stops with the Healing Haiti water truck. The first stop was in the middle of Jeremy Wharf. A small baby, no more than 12 months old, came walking up to me and instantly clinged to me. She smelt a little sour and a bit like urine, but I picked her up anyways. I carried her around with me as I tried to help control the water bucket line. While holding her, kids came up to me shouting "toilet" and told me to put her down. As I set her on the ground, all the kids started cleaning me up, washing the small feces mark on my shirt, and trying to make sure I was clean. I felt horrible letting the small child down and letting her fend for herself. I held her hand instead and walked around with her the rest of the time at the Wharf. She would not let me go. When I wasnt holding her hand, she was holding my legs or wrapping her body around mine. It breaks my heart to know how much she just wanted to be loved and touched, even by a total stranger. I dont know where her mother was or her family. I just knew that she was under my care for this precious moment. At the same stop I met a young girl that had breads in her hair with little alphabet clips. She took a clip out of her hair and put it in mine. It was the letter "z".. I told her it must stand for "Zanmi" (friend). She took a bobby-pin from my hair and I helped her put it in her hair. I had Fanfan tell her to keep that bobby-pin to remember me! I know I will keep that clip and never forget the impact these small "zanmi's" have had on my life. I had one of the Healing Haiti staff members translate what she was saying to me and she said something about wanting to come with me. She told our translator that she would go tell her mom that she is leaving with us. It broke my heart knowing that this young girl was so desperate that she wanted to leave with me, a complete stranger. This is one of the hardest things to deal with coming to Haiti. Children come out of no where. They come by themselves without any supervision or without their parents knowing where they are. Children as young as four or five are walking around caring for their infant brother or sisters. Its a total mind-bloggeling experience. At dinner several nights ago we had a conversation about this with our Haitian Mission Director. It's not that the parents dont love their children here, but it's a tough life. Parents are either apathetic because they are trying to find basic resources to keep their family alive or they are busy working (either at the home or at work). As Jean tried to explain it, if a child says to his mom "But mom, I am hungry.." the parent may respond with things like, "Go! I dont want to hear it!" or "Go find something to eat." It's like Maslow's Hierarchy of needs: Physiological needs come first (food, water, sleep) without this a person cant meet his or her needs for safety and shelter nor their need for affection, love and emotion. From personal experience of being "starving" during my eating disorder, I know how apathetic and emotion-less you become when you can not satisfy the need for food. Being undernourished has a huge impact on relationships and work functioning.

Our next water stop was in City Soleil. It was at this stop that you could really see the desperation come to life. You could see the frustration and the cry for help from these people lined up with their buckets to receive life saving water. It was unbelievable how long the line was by the time the water truck was tucked away in the alley. People gathering with buckets stalked four, five, six.. buckets high. Children grabbing you as you try to make your way through the alley full of people and buckets. We eventually got the water hose running and we knew immediately that this was going to be a very difficult stop. CHAOS. People everywhere trying to sneak their bucket in the line..trying to not be the last bucket. Fear of being the last bucket in line when the water the in the tank is gone. No one wants to be the one left without any water. Part of you feels pain and sorrow for these people, but the other feels frustrated that they can not follow the system. Fighting started breaking out and we shut the water off before anyone got hurt. Maxim, our big Haitian water truck staff, got out amongst the chaos. Out of now where he starts breaking up the fight and threw two buckets on top of a roof. Don't mess with the system or you will be punished. We all were heated from the chaotic mess as we headed back to the taptap. Mixed emotions began to settle in as we could see people disappointed that they wouldnt be getting water today. We try our best to understand the desperation and the fear these people face.. we probably would be fighting to get our bucket towards the front of the line. However, order and cooperation are necessary in order to assure safety and fairness for all. It's a tough job.

After seeing this chaos, we headed to a different part of Cite Soleil to visit our friend Woodman's family. We were able to tour their small home in Cite Soleil and to meet his grandma, mother, brothers, and nephew. It was such a pleasure to be able to see inside a home in City Soleil.

Our last big adventure for the day was visiting the home for the sick and dying adults (teenagers and up..). It was my first time going to this place, but wow was I in for a surprise. The thought of going to this place to rub lotion on sick and dying people made me feel a little uncomfortable. When we entered one of the rooms filled with about 20 ladies, majority of our mission group were uncertain about what to do or how to start. I felt a little anxiety spread over my body. I looked at the lady closest to me and asked if I could put lotion on her. She only wanted it on her legs. I squirted lotion in my hands and looked at the rough flaky skin on her. I have never seen someone so dry. I rubbed my hands up and down her leg, rubbed the lotion in her skin, and watched as the rough patches on her legs began to glisten and soften with the palms of my hands. "Merci" she said to me. I went to a small little lady near the door. She was so tiny. My assumption was that she was wasting away. It really shook me up inside and brought me back to my roots of my eating disorder. I sat there rubbing lotion into her skin and wishing I were able to speak more with the women. (language barrier). My third lady was in the corner of the room. She, like the rest of them, had very dry skin. Once I had completed her whole body- arms, legs, stomach- she pointed to her feet. I hate touching feet. I pumped lotion into my hand and smoothed them over her feet. I rubbed the soles of her feet realizing how thick, yet how smooth they were. Most people don't wear shoes here so I expected her feet to be full of dead skin, worts and other disgusting things, but instead her feet were precious. After the room was completed, we moved to the next room.

It was in this next room that I really felt moved. I instantly connected with a lady in the corner of the room. She looked older from afar, but up close she looked to be about 30 or so. Her face was absolutely beautiful. Her long eyelashes, her beautiful facial features, and he smile. She was breath taking like an angel. Beyond her beautiful face was a body wasting away. She was pure bone, little muscle, and lose skin. As I smoothed lotion all over her body- chest, arms, and legs- I could hear her let out tension in her body. I felt like a message therapist as I messaged her hands, her feet, and her legs. In creole, she asked if I could do her back. I agreed and watched her frail self lift her body out of bed and carefully turn over. She was so weak with little muscle left on her frame. Her back was all bone and skin.. a sight nearly unbearable. After I finished soothing her in lotion, I kissed her on the cheek and said "God Bless You." It was so surprising how much I actually enjoyed our time with the sick and dying. I actually started to enjoy rubbing down their skin, soothing their dry skin, and nourishing their need for human touch and love. Many of these people are left to be taken care of in a room packed with other sick and dying men/women all lying on beds in rows. It was almost a scene from a war movie. Many of the people have little visitors or family to comfort them. Imagine being left alone to die in a room with complete strangers.

Amazing Strength

I wish there was an easier way for me to explain to people why I love Haiti so much. Seeing pictures, watching videos, and reading my blogs, facebook posts, and messages can only relay so much of the love and energy that is felt in a country, such as Haiti. As hard as I try to help others to feel the energy and spirit of Haiti, I can never capture the perfect angle or the full senses of Haiti. Simply being here and experiencing the captivating sense is the only way in which someone will be able to understand what a place like this does to you. The smell of burning garbage; poverty spreading across all the country; tents, garbage, dust, and people on every corner; the taste of sweet mango and Haitian rice and beans; the sound of honking horns, children singing praises, and the wind speeding past you on top of the mountain; the touch of a small child as they grab your hand or hold onto your shirt; the spirit, energy, and faith of people that have lost everything from their homes, families, jobs and materialistic possessions, but still turn their heads to the sky and shout songs of praise. No one can ever capture the spirit of this sacred place.

Today we had many blessed encounters as we made around Haiti. Our first stop was the Elder's School near Cite Soleil. It is a private school in which over 700 children attend. An unbelievable large number of students crammed into a small building with only about 10 classrooms. In Haiti, all schools cost money to attend. With the help of Healing Haiti over 1,000 children are able to attend school (Healing Haiti Sponsors 3 schools).

After seeing the school, we made our way to the mass graves where dead bodies from the January 12, 2010 Earthquake were thrown into a large pile on the mountain. Over 300,000 people died.. even more injured and left homeless. The memorial area is beautifully set up. Walking through the grave filled with hundreds of black crosses, one can not possibly understand what kind of turmoil and devastation this caused a country that already faces so much Hardship. One can not help but wonder why the Haitian people love God so much. How can they not think that God hates them, resents them, or is punishing them? They live day after day trying to find enough to survive.. life is already so hard here and the people work so hard to get by. Adding natural disasters on top of it... How can they still lift their hands in prayer? How can they still turn to God and say " We love you Lord." There is a lot to be learned from these people.

On our way to visit Grace Village, we drove passed a scene in the middle of the road. The UN set up cones and were controlling traffic. It was an unusual set up in the middle of the Haitian freeway. I looked ahead to see what was all the commotion. I saw a small figure laying on the side of the road and as our taptap drove closer to the scene, the object became more clear. It was a man. He was laying dead on the middle of the road with his arms stretched out to the sides, his legs nearly out of their sockets, and his head completely damaged. It was an awful sight to have witnessed. As our taptap fled past the scene, we all shouted "Oh my God." and the car became completely silenced with prayers, tears and shock. To think what that man's family's reaction will be when he does not come home today... I ask God to bless that man, his family and his friends.

Following our visit to Grace Village, we met Mary Alice. A middle aged, Haitian woman that lives on the mountain near Grace Village. As we moved toward her little yellow house (thanks to my aunt and those at Kellar Williams), we could hear shouts of praise and worship. We were arriving during prayer and were instantly welcomed into the home. Mary Alice was hosting an open prayer for people in the area and they all began to pray for us, for Healing Haiti, and all those that come to serve their people. I could feel the power, the energy, and the Holy Spirit moving throughout the room. It was an overpowering feeling. My eyes began to fill with tears as I realized how much strength and love for Christ this lady has. Mary Alice is a woman of great strength. Recently, she lost her husband and family. She moved towards the mountain to be closer to God and her family in heaven after she had received a calling from God. Simply just being with Mary Alice, you can feel God's presence. It is amazing. After she prayed over us and we greeted those around us, I hugged her tight. I held her for several moments and then kissed her cheek. She had moved me and touched me deeply today.

Following our visit with Mary Alice, we went to visit another Haitian with great faith. We met one of the elderly woman sponsored by Healing Haiti. Typically, people don't live passed the age of 50 in Haiti, so Healing Haiti sponsors several of the oldest people still living. She was such a sweet, old lady with a tiny voice. She was so fragile and delicate, yet so strong and bold. It was such a pleasure and grace to meet her.

We also go to spend several hours with Yvon's orphanage. It was such a pleasure to be able to engage with the kids in crafts. I took on the role as face-painter and made the children into tigers, and painted glasses, butterflies, and hearts on some of them. Even the boys wanted hearts and butterflies--they didn't care! They all were so excited to get anything painted on. Some of the kids would squirm or giggle as the paint brush stroked across their face. It was cute!! Before we parted for the day, the Fanfan led the kids in a music melody of English Christian music. I love these kids so much-- their love and energy for God is unbelievable. Their love for each other and the guests at their home is always so prominent.

There is something to be learned from these people.

More photos from our trip:

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Beach Day….Yep, Still a Hugger

Yesterday we got to travel out of Port-au-Prince to Gilliam's orphanage about 45 minutes by car. Once we maneuvered through the streets of Port-au-Prince we actually found a good road. The highway north of the city that runs along the Caribbean Sea. Even though it was a great road there were still many "Haitian Speed Bumps" along the way. In the U.S. we call them pot holes. I jokingly call them "Haitian Speed Bumps" as they truly cause all traffic to slow down—sometimes to nearly a full stop due to their width and depth.

Jean, our director for Healing Haiti, had arranged for a bus to travel to the orphanage with us. To my understanding in order to hire the bus, Jean had to meet the bus driver at a gas station so the bus could be fueled up and Jean would pay for it. We caught up with the bus at the gas station. In typical Haitian culture, the bus was brightly decorated on the exterior with fantastic Caribbean colors, words of adoration and praise to God and Jesus and paintings of people. We think it might be a bus that would be hired for a wedding as the scenes painted seem to depict marriage. On the bottom of the side of the bus were words like Love, Passion, etc…all in Creole.

When we arrived at Gilliam's Orphanage we were created in typical fashion by throngs of smiling, joyous kids! We walked into the courtyard of the orphanage and all the kids were wearing tie died t-shirts that they made last week with the mission team when they visited them. The lined up in a semi-circle and sang for us. It was beautiful and they all sang with the loudest of voices.

After the songs Gilliam had the kids line up from the shortest to the tallest—40 in all. The 2 shortest of the group were 2 of the cutest little girls. They then marched in line out to our wedding bus. I climbing in first and moved toward the back, immediately 2 of the smallest boys jumped into the seat with me—1 in my lap and the other on my side. The little boy on my side grabbed my arm and had me put it around him and pull him close. That's how we rode the entire 1 hour trip out to the beach. Near the end both fell asleep 1 on top of the other. It was so cute!

The kids continued to sing most of the way to the beach. Now it's hard to describe how the bus is. It's not a bus in our traditional sense of a bus. It's a bus, but it's more like wooden bench seats mounted on the back of a long diesel truck with a canopy over it. The overall room from the floor of the bus to the ceiling is probably no more than 4 feet. There were 10 rows of 2 sets of seats with an aisle in the middle. Each bench seat was no more than 3 feet long. We packed 40 kids, 5 adult members of the mission team and Gilliam and Noel from the orphanage in to the bus. Oh, and I had a burlap sack filled with sugar cane that some pushed through the window just before we left the orphanage at my feet. Cramped, crowded, hot and full of vibrant singing children.

When we arrived at the beach it was beautiful! The beach front is private and there's a gate with a guard to enter. You pay to enter and for the 40 kids and 9 adults it was roughly $350 U.S. We were able to occupy the only shelter house on this beach to set up for the day. AS soon as we set our cooler and boxes of food down, the kids were changing into their swimming clothes—the boys all had shorts and white tank tops and the many of the girls the same—certainly made it easier to keep track of them all. Our job was then to create the human line to prevent the kids from getting out too deep. For some of the kids it was the very first time they had not only played in the ocean—it was the first time they had ever seen it. The joy on their faces is indescribable. They ran and jumped and played and ran and jumped and played for nearly 2 hours before we had to slow them all down long enough to eat lunch.

After lunch they were all back in the water for another 2 hours. I don't know about the kids but all that time in the water certainly had me wiped out and sleeping well last night. In fact I was so tired I believe it was the very first night I snored on this trip. (some of you reading this won't believe me…. J)

One last note from the beach…we (the mission team) was a tourist attraction! What I mean by that is that as soon as we got the beach, there were a number of UN Peacekeeping forces on the beach. They were in full uniform complete with helmet and machine guns. They all wanted to have their pictures taken with the pretty women on the team and then they wanted their picture taken with Craig and me. Throughout the morning they were coming to our area of the beach and asking for more pictures. It was funny and they were all very nice. There were 3 groups of soldiers there—1 group from Nepal, 1 group from Brazil and the other from the country of Georgia.

As the afternoon ended, we had to load up and head back to the orphanage. Once again the kids lined up from shortest to tallest and then marched to the bus. I chose to ride back in the back of our tap tap (our Healing Haiti truck) so I could see some of the countryside. I'm glad I chose that as it seemed to be a different world than what we see in Port-au-Prince every day. The hillsides were lush and green, there were fields and fields of plantain groves. We saw a funeral process on our trip back as well. It was a line of people, all dressed in black and white marching along the roadside to the cemetery just at the edge of the town. There was a brass band leading the processional followed by the 2 coffins of whomever had passed away.

When we arrived back at the orphanage we were given a tour. We saw the girl's room first, then walked through the room that in the summer serves as the dining room and then we saw the boy's room. When Jeff, founder of Healing Haiti, found this orphanage none of the children had beds. Instead they slept on mats on the floor of the rooms. Today they all have bunk beds with foam mattresses. Healing Haiti did a fundraiser to be able to buy the bunk beds for the kids. They did it by asking everyone back in the U.S. to donate just $25 and by finding 100 to do so—these wonderful children now have bunk beds and now longer sleep on the floor. It was a great example of how a small number of people can donate just a small amount of money and have a HUGE impact in the lives of so many wonderful children.

We arrived back at our mission house just after 6:00 p.m. Tired, a little sunburned and as always, hot and sweaty. It's at the end of days like this that the lack of hot water makes no difference when you step into the shower. I long cold shower felt incredible!

Last night we had a dinner guest. It was Woodeman Joseph, a young man I will attribute to me making this trip. I met Woodeman when he was a guest of Darlene Colwell-Ellis in Dover, New Hampshire earlier this year. Darlene is a Keller Williams agent who attended my BOLD class in Portland, Maine in January and February of this year. Woodeman came to visit her and sat in on 3 of the days of class. He and I had a chance to sit during lunch and visit. I was able to learn a little more about Haiti and the challenges the people here face. Between meeting Woodeman coupled with the conversations I'd had with Paulette Carroll I knew coming to Haiti was something I needed to do. I'm very in tune that when God brings people into my life with messages I'm learning to listen to them and take action. This trip would be an example of that.

Woodeman speaks very good English and works as an interpreter for an organization called Partners In Development. He's also an entrepreneur and is working on creating businesses for himself. We had a chance to visit before dinner. I shared with him there was no way I could truly appreciate the challenges he faces working to start a business here in Haiti until I've actually seen the country. I now have some understanding of the difficulty anyone faces.

To share an example of this, Woodeman and I had been communicating via e-mail about a business idea he had to start and Internet Café. He shared with me his business plan including the needed equipment and start up budget. It looked like something I could help him with financially and it was a plan that made sense on paper. He then began to search for a space to rent for the café. It wasn't possible to find a storefront to do so. I couldn't understand that until I got here…store fronts don't exist in most of Port-au-Prince. Almost all commerce is conducted under make shift tents and lean to's in front of the rubble of the buildings that used to be the store fronts. An internet café couldn't survive exposed to the elements and dust of the streets of Port-au-Prince.

Jean had picked Woodeman up where the tap tap he rides brought him to the center of the city. After dinner I road with them back to that spot. It was just after 8 p.m. and it was dark outside. In Haiti, dark outside means dark outside. There's very little electricity available and as we drove through the streets of the city toward to the center, the only light I saw was from the headlights of the pickup truck or an occasional candle lighting a table of a vendor. Even though it was nearly pitch black, the streets were still teaming with people! This short ride was a completely different experience from the daylight trips through the city.

We got Woodeman back to the pick-up spot just as the last tap tap of the day was leaving for his area of the city. He was able to get on and we headed back to the house. Along the way I was able to question Jean on some of the Haiti questions I had. First, I asked if the streets were in such poor shape because of the earthquake in 2010. He laughed and said everyone asks that question. Apparently the streets in Port-au-Prince have been the same since they were put in. As Jean explained it there was no "master plan" for the development of Port-au-Prince. As a landowner decided to create lots he or she would simply plot the land and leave a space for a road. These roads truly remind me of the field road on my parent's farm…rutted and rocky where you could only move comfortably over them at the speed of a tractor. What's odd about the streets, however, is that every once in a while there will be 1 block where there's beautiful curb, gutter and asphalt—just for that 1 block and then back to normal.

We ended the day with Salsa Dance lessons from Jean. He's an incredible dancer and cleared space in the kitchen to teach those of us with enough energy left to learn the basic steps. I now know the Mambo, Cha Cha and Merengue….dancing with the stars look out!

Love is Here

Can you even imagine walking to work on a long road with hundreds of beat-up cars, top-top (taxis), and trucks speeding past you? As you look down at your black suit coat and see that it is no longer black, but is now grey. You have been attacked by a dust storm created by the vehicles on the road. The dust on your hands and face began to mix with the sweat from the beating sun above you, and the dirt drips down your face and your palms are wet with a clay like sweat. Your mouth feels dry and foamy as you realize you are extremely thirsty and the dry heat around you is not making things any better. You haven't had anything to drink for a day, but continue on...

Can you even imagine having to decide every day if you should spend 40 cents on a bucket of clean water when your budget is only $1/ day? (Water costs 40 cents for 5 gallons of water, and most people make less than a $1 per day!) Do you go one day without water so you can afford enough food for the family? Do you go without water so that you can afford to send your child to school (school is not free here. There is no public school system like in the U.S.)? How are you ever going to afford to have surgery for your infant with an infect hernia, or afford your oldest child to see the dentist for his cavity? How are you ever going to have enough money to purchase toothpaste, clothes, or new shoes.. there never seems to be relief or aid to get even the basic necessities for life.

Can you even imagine playing jump rope with an old beat-up string that is covered with dirt? You find a safety pin or even a nail in a pile of garbage pile near your house and you flatten it out to make a knitting needle. You will use this to knit a new blanket once you are able to afford some yarn. Throughout your adventure you find a long string and a plastic wrapper. You tie the end of the string tightly to a hole ripped through the plastic wrap and let the wind sweep your new kit off the ground. Surprisingly, the kit flies with such grace through the big blue sky above you.

Can you even imagine living in a tent city that has very little lights and your neighbor's tent is literally a foot across the alley? You have been living in the tent for over a year and a half and finally have a designated areas for the bathroom and showers (because in the beginning, these were simply your backyard).

Can you even imagine having to go days without a shower or if your lucky, taking a bath in a stream filled with dirty water and garbage?

These are just some of the many things my eyes have witnessed over the past few days. While my eyes have seen such tragedy and devastation, I am still awe stuck by these people. Two buddies in city soleil giving each other a "man" hug with big grins on their faces. Kids chanting "God is so Good" in the mist of the poorest and most dangerous city in the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. A grown man saving his friend part of his snack even though he may not have another bite to eat that day. A courtyard filled with children chanting prayers even though they are orphans that lost their parents or were dropped off simply because their family couldn't afford to care for them.

..It simply amazes me to find such love for each other and for God in a place were everyone is simply just trying to survive.

Haiti Day 3- Orphanages and the Wound Clinic

Today was a hotter, muggier day than yesterday. It was also the day we planned to be inside at 2 different orphanages and end the day helping out at a wound clinic run by a group of nuns.

The morning started just after 7 a.m. with a home cooked breakfast prepared every day by our houseman, Jean Fils-aime. He’s a wonderful cook although he is helped out by Fournais. Today’s menu was French toast, scrambled eggs with onion and peppers. There was oatmeal and plenty of fresh fruit. The highlight was truly the fresh squeezed lime juice that Fournais prepared for us this morning.

With our bellies full we packed out day bags. Fresh water is an essential while we are out in the heat of the day in Haiti. I filled 2 water bottles from the fresh water container. Then I packed 3 packs of beef jerky donated by Jack Links through our team member Ann Marie who’s ad agency represents them. They are a huge hit with the mission team as well as our local staff.

It was then off to our first stop, an orphanage for the sick and dying children. This orphanage is run by a group of Nuns and was truly an incredible morning. This orphanage cares for infant children who come in very sick as well as serving as a care center and orphanage for children up to about age 10. Our job, either hold the infants and care for them or go upstairs and spend time with the toddlers and young children.

I chickened out on holding the babies and was the first team member to head up the stairs to the toddler floor. The moment I hit the top of the stairs I was barraged by the group of children. It’s hard to describe how the children react to anyone coming in to spend time with them. Not that the Nuns aren’t wonderful with the kids yet they have a huge task to perform each day and more children than any of us could imagine under their watch.

Let me describe the 2nd floor of the orphanage to give you a sense of how this all work. At the top of the stairs was a 12’x12’ landing. Off of the landing were 4 rooms. Each about 16’x16’ feet each with 3 of the 4 rooms with bathrooms attached to them. 3 of the rooms are filled with metal cribs. These 3 rooms are divided by age as to what children are in which cribs. The 4th room is a play room. Here’s the first spot where my heart sunk this morning. The playroom had 2 toys-a small plastic rocking horse and a little sitting bench. That was it for the 20+ children who lived on the 2nd floor.

The first little boy to grab on to me was named Antoine. He was probably 2 ½ years old. He didn’t speak although that wouldn’t have mattered much because my Creole is limited to about 3 words. Antoine clung to me for over 2 hours today. It was a game of rotating toddlers for me this morning. I sat on a bench on the landing and at most points in time there were anywhere from 4-6 children crawling on me in various ways. It was exhausting! And yet I didn’t feel anything but being blessed to see the smiling facing of these wonderful kids! Many had extended stomachs due to malnutrition. Some were here for other reasons.

In fact some of the children are at this orphanage as a means to be treated for sickness where they can’t be otherwise. With these cases, the parents are allowed to visit the children from 9-10 a.m. each morning. At 10 a.m. a bell is rung and the parents have to leave. That’s the 2nd time my heart sank today. As the parents left their children the children cried and cried and cried. In fact the whole building seemed to cry for about 10 minutes---except for the pack of kids hanging on me. I was sitting on a bench in the playroom at this time. Then 1 of the little boys whose parents had just left sat on the end of the bench with the saddest face. He looked up at me and I reach out and pulled him to my side and held him alongside me for about ½ hour. He was the greatest little boy. Very quiet. Very respectful of the nuns. He had quickly learned the routine of the orphanage as well. Here’s what I mean by that.

At about 11:30 the nuns pulled the 3 sitting benches out from the walls and started placing metal plates out filled with rice, beans and some chicken. The nuns filled the plates in 1 station then gave the command and each of the children went to 1 corner and pulled out tiny plastic chairs that were stacked next to the stairwell. There was a girls table, a boys table and the 3rd bench was for the very small children. They all took a seat, the nuns set the plates in front of each of the children and they sat and waited. Once all the children had their plates and a spoon the supervising nun had all the children stand up and they prayed. It was amazing to see how regimented and fairly well behaved these kids were at that moment. With that many kids and 3 Nuns supervising it had to be that type of system.

Part way through the morning the Nuns handed out hard boiled eggs to the children as well. I was front and center for that as she did this in the play room where I was sitting on a bench with my child mob. I watched as the Nun cracked and peeled each egg as the children stood around here. For each child it might be something different some children she gave the entire yolk to, some got ½ of the egg, some got a whole egg. Each child seemed to get precisely what was needed for them based on age, size and health. At the end she even knew which of the 20 plus children hadn’t gotten an egg and made sure they were fed.

Noon came far too quickly although I was wringing wet with sweat for the physicalness of the kids all morning. It was an exhausting, heart-warming morning.
We then traveled to Gertrude’s Orphanage for Special Needs Children. The minute we walked through the gate we were greeted by all the smiling faces of the children in this orphanage as well. We came to the orphanage just before their lunch time so we had the opportunity to help feed the group here as well. This orphanage is for special needs children and the range of needs was vast. Many of the children are incredibly bright, spoke some English as well as Creole.

One little boy who looked to be about 3 grabbed my hand and asked me to push him on the swing set. As I pushed him he started humming. I started to hum with him and then he started to sing. His first song was Creole and as he sang a line I sang it back to him. He smiled with joy! We did the entire song in Creole this way. Then he began to sing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” in English. We sang the song the same way with him singing the first line and then I would repeat it to him. He then sang his “ABC’s” in English for me as well.

Our time ended quickly for us to head back to the mission house for 45 minutes of rest before our last stop of the day—the wound clinic.

The Wound Clinic is open 3 days each week. It’s located in an area near the center of Port-au-Prince. The trip there took us through the most devastation from the earthquake of 2010 we’ve seen so far on this trip. The entire area is crumbled and yet the lives of the Haitian’s continue. Instead of moving the rubble out, they’ve seemed to all set up shop in front of the crumbled buildings inching toward the center of every street. To drive through with our truck during the late afternoon was an adventure. We literally go the truck through the space between the shops set up on both sides of the streets in many sections of the trip.

We arrived at the Wound Clinic and the people were already lined up outside the building down the alley. The clinic is run by the same order who run the Orphanage from the morning. They are very efficient and it’s amazing to see how they dispense care from a little girls with an abscess on her chin, to a women with a C-section that had separated to what looked like a stab wound, they treated it all. Out in the alley a group of French volunteer was redressing bandages for scores of people.
The lead nun, discovering that most of us had no experience dressing wounds decided tonight was not the night to teach us. I was relieved to her that as I wasn’t too sure how I’d be redressing infected and some gangrenous wounds. Instead she put us to work sorting donations to the clinic.

My 1st job was pharmacy technician. There was a big bag of antibiotic capsules where the nun asked me to count out 15 and place them in an envelope folded out of magazine pages. I then placed the envelopes in a tray. Next to me in the back of the clinic is where the nun met with patients at the alley door and heard what was going on with them and then handed out prescriptions for the ailments. Some of the group sorted boxes of donations, trying to match up prescription to each other to create some sort of order for the Nun’s.

The clinic is only open for 2 hours they days they are in operation. They closed it around 5:30 tonight. At that time we loaded up our truck and headed back through the center city towards the mission home.

I can’t speak for the rest of the team but when we arrived home I was dog tired both physically and emotionally, sweaty and covered in dust. The cold water shower felt so good I stood under it for almost 5 minutes just letting the cool water hit me…..

First Day of Water Truck

Today was our first full day in Haiti. On the agenda--the water truck to deliver fresh water to a number of the neighborhoods in Cite Soleil. This is a huge and impoverish city with a population of somewhere around 200,000 people. Almost all living in tiny houses made of whatever they can gather.

It's also an area considered one of the most dangerous areas in the western hemisphere. Because of this no other water trucks will deliver water here. Not Healing Haiti. Their trucks deliver into Cite Soleil 6 days a week. This is the only way the residents of this area get fresh water.

We delivered 7500 gallons of water here today by making 3 trips from the water supply well to 3 different neighborhoods. As we arrived with the water truck, a 2500 gallon tractor trailer, our driver Maximus blew the airhorn. We turned the corner onto 17th the women and children were already lining up with buckets, pails and anything that could hold water. It was truly overwhelming and yet this occurs 2 times each week to each of these water stops. The truck backed in and the chaos began!

Here's how the system works. The 6" in diameter hose is hooked to the back of the truck. 1 person manages the hose, 2 pull the containers out to the side once filled as the hose is never shut off once it starts to run. Then the rest of the crew manages the line. Sounds simple, right? Not so much and here's where the overwhelm occured for me today. I ran the hose a fair amount. If I didn't get the container filled to the VERY top, the person in the line would kick it back to me demanding it gets filled to the top. At first I was annoyed when this would happen. Then I realized how important that 4" of water in the top of the container truly was to the family. 4" of water in the top of a 5 gallon pail could mean drinking water for someone in the family between now and the next stop at that water site in 3-4 days.

Each day on this trip we gather as a mission team and share our "Word of the Day". Today the word I chose was "perspective". Perspective on how important fresh water is to the life and health of the people I had the priveledge to serve today. 4" of water and what a difference that truly made.

Walking out to the oceanfront from our first water stop, past the piles of trash, some burning, some just rotting and decaying I truly got perspective. Each day we live our lives finding reason for upset. Upset for getting stuck in traffic or getting caught behind the slow person with coupons in the grocery store check out line. I know I'll remember the experiences of the water truck for the rest of my life.

----Darren

Organized chaos

We did three trips today with the water truck. It is so wonderful to see the kids come running to meet the truck. It truly is organized chaos trying to keep the line orderly and have everyone wait their turn for water. Thank the Good Lord we have a terrific group on our mission trip. Three new visitors to Haiti and four seasoned veterans made the trip this week. It was great to see the water truck guys after one year away. It is such an amazing place with such amazing people. We delivered 7500 gkallons of clean water today. I keep asking the Lord to open my eyes and heart to the needs of those around me and let me do his work.