Friday, May 27, 2016
May 25th 2016 A very long day! I left my house at 3:40 to take a friend back to the airport. His flight was at 8 but due to the main bridge collapsing about a month ago, traffic has become really bad. My dad was here last week and it took us 6 and a half hours to get home. A trip that usually takes 1 hour. This is the new “normal”! So we watch the sunrise as we drive down the road. About 20 minutes away from the airport, the bus breaks down. I had a driver and 2 security guards with me and they all tried to fix it with no luck. The clock kept ticking and I was getting nervous that David would miss his flight so I sent him on a motorcycle the rest of the way! Thankfully, he made it without any problem. After 13 and a half hours of sitting in that bus, I was finally freed!! I wasn’t allowed to go outside due to being in a rough area of town but they did let me find a toilet, but only once! We ate crackers and drank water and watched the kids go to school, and then watched them leave from school. I watched a little old lady try to sell lollipops on the side of the road. All day long. With no buyers. It was a long long day! After 13 hours, I was picked up in a car and taken back home so I could be with my girls, but the bus didn’t arrive until 8pm. 17 hours for those guys. The radiator and water pump was destroyed. Only a week after fixing the transmission. Calix and Richeter are my night time security guards. They come at night and usually leave in the morning. But since I was leaving so early, and since they were already at my house, they came with me. So for 24 and a half hours, these guys tended to my every need. Got me water when I was thirsty. Protected me when the scene got hot. And worked in the sun all day trying to fix the bus. When I returned home, I was exhausted, ready to fall into bed. But I was greeted by a 1 year old and 3 year old who were ready for me to play with them outside. So that’s what we did. We played and played and played until it started raining. In Haiti, when it rains, it pours! Through my front porch blew the rain so hard that it started to flood my kitchen. After the babies went to sleep, the nanny and I spent the next hour trying to mop up, sweep out, and dry the floors before more water flooded inside. When the guards returned back with the bus, they immediately started helping mop the floors and push the water out the front door. They hadn’t showered or brushed their teeth. They stayed on the side of the road working tirelessly all day long trying to fix the bus after they had stayed up all night walking the perimeter of the children’s home. They came home with a smile and thankfulness in their eyes. They did not complain at all. These people teach me a lot. They teach me what is important in life and what is not. What should be valued in life and what shouldn’t. They teach me how to be selfless, and helpful, and thankful. As crazy as this trip to Port au Prince was, I was blessed. I was thankful, I was amazed. I was beyond thankful for this experience because of the few days before it. David from Little Rock, Arkansas came down to measure and draw up plans for La Limye’s next project. A SCHOOL!!! I am so excited that we will be building a elementary school filled with extra curriculum activities for people of all ages. So, no matter how tiring the day was, no matter how stressful the day was, I had something to look forward to. Education. A safe environment. A chance to learn. The construction project will start in the new future. We would love for you to come down and help us build! But until then, if you know a professional mechanic that wants to work on a bus, send him down!!! Life in Haiti. Always an adventure.
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Dachena 13 months old. Abandoned. Starved. motherless. These are the words I received when I got the call that my 3rd child was about to join La Limye. On April 29 she was carried into my house, practically lifeless. Hollow eyes, enlarged stomach, weighing 11 pounds. She was so little. Every crevice of every bone showed in her fragile body. She couldn’t even pull herself to sit up from lying down. She didn’t make a sound. I held her little body for what seemed like forever. Holding her tight. Wondering how long she sat on the side of the road, in the dark, all alone. Repeating over and over again “Jesus loves you.” Wondering if I could get her the nutrients she needed. Or if it was already too late. Malnutrition. I hate it. The way Dachena feels is like the way we feel when we are sick, but 10 times worse, and every single day of her entire life. So she is irritable. she is cranky. She is worn. But she holds on to hope. The only movement she had was to reach her right hand out as far as it can go. Hoping someone would put a piece of food in it. She miraculously started to gain energy quickly and found out that all the food is in the kitchen. Every time I would carry her in the kitchen, she would move her body and try to smile. She was so excited. Food at her fingertips. Whenever she wanted it. No more searching. No more begging. She has never been given milk and still refuses to drink it. Her favorite food is bananas and cheese. She has 4 little teeth and can crawl like a champ. She has brought so much joy into my life. She now can wave bye bye and clap her hands. Any day now she will start walking. She snorts all the time and laughs constantly! Her arms are still smaller than my 2 month old, but she is gaining weight and gaining strength each and every day. She is my best friend. She is a child of GOD. The definition of a miracle. I thank God for holding her tight her first 13 months of life. For keeping her alive. For making her beautifully and wonderfully made. I see Jesus in her eyes. Her beautiful, strong eyes.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Noldine # 2 I have known this little girl for 2 years now. For some reason, I bonded with her more than any other child in the village. She was different. She was special. When I first found her, she was sitting in the dirt. She could not walk or talk at 2 years old. This is what started our journey together. Through the power of prayer, people came together to help buy her food and vitamins. I worked with her everyday trying to get her to balance on two feet. She was malnourished, neglected, and developmentally slow. Her knees stayed bent and her back was crooked. But after some time she miraculously started to crawl, and then walk, and slowly a year later, started to talk. When I opened the orphanage I wondered everyday if she would come. I knew in order to get her the schooling and care that she needed, she needed to come but I also knew that she had family. And sometimes it is best to keep the child with the family.