From November 13, 2020
On my last trip to Florida, Fr. Dumarsais and I had dinner in a Mexican restaurant. He told me about his fears regarding his traveling to Haiti. He told me about a school girl in the area to the north where he has mission who was kidnapped, rapped and murdered.
From November 12, 2020
Yesterday morning as I watched the girls march up the hill to school, I smiled that none wore ribbons. But then I immediately thought that my strong protest against the large ribbons, frivolous probably would have no impact.
From November 11, 2020
Yesterday, my first night’s sleep in Haiti was interrupted by the sound of voices from the outdoor kitchen at 3:00am. It was the women of the night staff. Lots of loud chatter. At first, I thought something was wrong, but then I realized that they were starting the process of making breakfast for all the kids attending the external school.
From November 10, 2020
I was concerned that Hurricane Eta might blow away my travel plans. The flight took off and landed on time. Patrick and Jarline were at the airport waiting for me. But the big news was not my arrival—it was the first day of school for 38 of our kids.
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