From July 28, 2021 You may recall a few weeks ago I went to St. Damien Hospital to pick up Herla and her new born baby girl. The event was marked by a humorous encounter by the maternity ward doctor and leaving the hospital (with the baby in my arms) and finding my car had a flat tire. Our fun/serious…
From July 27, 2021 In yesterday’s flashback to late July 2016, the first thing I mentioned (after showing tied up and upside-down hanging upside down from the exterior side of a tap-tap) was the struggle with the sporadic supply of power from the city. Last night, our entire neighborhood was blanketed in darkness. There was no city power. Long ago,…
From July 26, 2021 I took these two photos on July 26, 2016…five years ago today. Live goats being transported a via tap-tap and a motorcycle.
From July 25, 2021 Most evenings I like to sit on a bench at the back of the property at around 7:00pm. The sun is setting. There might be a bit of a breeze. The kids are usually calm, powering down for the night. Some nights I just want to sit alone, but that usually never happens.
From July 24, 2021 Yesterday the temperature topped 100 degrees. Kids scrambles to find shade. Besides the hear the summer months are nonstop noise as the three dozen kids who attend an external school are here around the clock. We need to provide activities for them.
From July 23, 2021 Last night I was standing on the balcony enjoying a crisp breeze at the end of a scorching day. I was looking down at the kids eating an evening meal of pasta noodles. Jinette was seated on a bench below me. She had a huge plate of pasta she was systematically attacking. I caught her attention.…
From July 22, 2021 It was 10:12 last night. I was sipping a little Italian Chianti and trying to relax. It was hot. I was tired…and a bit frustrated by some of the kids and some of the staff. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had not only written Friday’s journal, I had not even thought about it. Not…
From July 21, 2021 My 21-year journey with the poor began in India. What I saw shocked me to the core of my being…and I was never the same again.
From July 20, 2021 Not much happened yesterday. Just a steady drip, drip of mundane, minor problems to be handled. One brief trip to Tabarre, where the US Embassy looked open but heavily barricaded. Streets still calm while the tension of uncertainly fills the air. Paid $220 to have a welder fix all the bunk bed frames that jumping kids…
From July 19, 2021 I was at Fr. Rick’s hospital in Tabarre early last week to pick up a staff woman and her newborn baby. I went to Fr. Rick’s office to say hi. He was out on the streets. Fr. Rick sent a letter to his family and friends on Friday. I did not get a chance to read…