From November 27, 2022 The words from news stories reprinted in today’s Daily Journal tell the story, but the photos really capture the horror of the desperate Haitians on the small, overcrowded boat. I cannot imagine being in that boat as it navigated the rough seas.
From November 26, 2022 There has been so much news from Haiti, I decided to break my “no journal until Monday” pledge. All good news for a change. The external school is scheduled to open on Monday. The kids and the staff are elated by this news.
From November 24, 2022 I think all of us could be thankful today for all of creation, which sadly we are plundering and destroying. St. Francis of Assisi was a nature mystic, whose Canticle of Creation is a masterpiece whose elements are symbols of union with the Divine.
From November 23, 2022 As you express your prayers of thanksgiving to God add on a little prayer for the people and children of Haiti who are so desperate for even the slightest ray of hope that things will get better soon. May God bless each of you and shower you with an abundance of blessings…and not too much stuffing.
From November 21, 2022 On Saturday afternoon after the vegetable truck left, Michel began playing basketball with five or six little kids. I began to take photos. Basically, basketball for the kids mixes in a little soccer. If the ball was on the ground, they would kick it to another kid. Dribbling seemed optional. They often ran with the ball…
From November 20, 2022 Gabens and Michel go to a vegetable (and fruit) every week. As they were checking out, the power went out. It took time for the register to boot up. They had to run all the food through again. Amazingly, the same thing happened again, just seconds before the sale was completed. The third time was not…
From November 19, 2022 The wall improvement continues. On Thursday, the guys worked on the back wall. On Friday work resumed on the side wall.
From November 18, 2022 Wednesday evening, after finishing yesterday’s journal, I went downstairs for a little walk. It is like a prison yard walk. Darkness have enveloped the yard. Some kids were playing basketball, some were playing board games. I walked to the back of the yard to just sit alone. Naïve beat me to the bench. She was seated…
From November 17, 2022 If I were living full time in the United States, I’d want to find ways to break down the walls that separate us. But here in Haiti, living essentially in a war zone, I am forced to build higher walls because the women inside our walls at night are too nervous to sleep because the side…
From November 16, 2022 Yesterday, Dr. Steph and I had to take Bency to a clinic very close to downtown. It is such a dangerous area, especially in these aggressively violent times, that Gabens called Officer Richard to accompany us. The drive to the clinic must cross one very difficult intersection and then through about six blocks that are packed…