Bonjour,
As usual we had no power for me to send this off. I tried sending smoke signals about my
adventures for the day but I was competing will all the other smoke in Port au
Prince and it didn’t work.
So in the morning we were going to take the kids for their
horse therapy. I think this is around
their 4th time or so. They know
that today will be an exciting day. My
friend Susan and I had to ride in the back of a pick up with the wheelchair and
the kids rode in the truck. They don’t
use seat belts or child safety seats, they just all pile in. My friend Jamie
rode up with the kids.
Halfway to the equestrian center, Rosaline started having a
seizure. It scared the driver and he
pulled over. My friend Jamie thought for
a moment that Rosaline had died. It was
very scary. We had to turn around and go
back home.
It is not practical or possible to call for an
ambulance. It could take an hour for an
ambulance to just show up. I think many
people die because they cannot get to a hospital in time or get proper emergency
care.
Rosaline finally came to about 15 minutes later. She was very exhausted and weak. We took her to lie down. She’s paralyzed on her left side so she has a
hard time walking. The nurse there gave
her some kind of medicine. I don’t know
what it was.
Every week a mission group from Helping Haiti
comes in and visits with the kids. There
were quite a few people and most looked like College or high school age kids
from the
It all started at lunch and it looked like a
giant food fight except, the kids scramble for loose food. They were trying to steal it by the handfuls from
each other. One kid caused such a
commotion that half of another boy’s lunch ended up in my friend Susan’s hair
and clothes. The kids even tried eating
the rice out of her hair! Gross huh? They just always think they are
starving. The kids eat three meals a day
but it is mostly rice and cornmeal. I
would not like to eat the same food every day.
We took a little break after the lunch
feeding and went for a walk to find some sugar cane. We got a little lost (don’t get lost in Haiti ) and a
nice woman helped us find our way to the road we were looking for. Since there are no street signs it’s hard to
figure out where you are. I just started
look for familiar things.
We did eventually find the sugar cane guy
selling it out of a wheelbarrow. It
tasted pretty good. Some people kind of
got mad at us because we spit the used sugar cane out. You chew and suck the juice out of the cane
and then spit out the fibers when it’s out of flavor. Think gum.
I think they may have either thought we were littering or being unladylike. I think it was neither.
In the afternoon, we got some of the boys
some newer clothes. They were so excited
to get them and we let them pick a few things out too. Everything they own fits inside a
dishpan. Can you imagine having
everything you own fit into a dishpan?
It’s not a lot.
The kids here are very small. I think the biggest size we used was a size
10 or 12. An 8 year old boy down there
wears clothes at least two sizes smaller.
A three year old boy wore baby clothes.
I was just glad I wasn’t shopping for these kids because nothing would
have fit.
| Gus |
| Wolton's funny face |
| Jr. |
| Leo |
| The kids have to help feed the little kids |
| This is Maxo. He just had eye surgery and now he can't keep his finger's out of his eyes. We are working on helping to eat alone. |
| The kids are getting a little educational lesson from Gabriel. They are off school this whole week. |
| This was the secret passage we took when we got lost on our walk. |
| Sugar Cane. You have to cut off the brown outer stuff before you eat it. |
| A kitty that lives at the orphanage. |
Almost every kid here has a belly button that
sticks out a couple or few inches. I don’t
know why. It reminds me of those punch balls
you blow up and you roll up the end and stick it in.
I was thinking today that I will be glad to
be home when I can take a shower with real hot water. The shower here only has cold water. It will wake you up in the morning that’s for
sure. I have to still take pills even
when I get home so I don’t get malaria from the mosquitoes. I have a lot of mosquito bites and I swear
they look for me at night. I have to put
on spray so they don’t bite me so much.
It’s kind of gross.
![]() |
| Rice in the hair! Ick! |

No comments:
Post a Comment