WOW! A day of adventure and sadness. Our day started out with our ride on Haitian time and 45 minutes late. Paul our driver stated that he knew where Mother Teresa’s Home was located and off we went. WOW! Was Paul’s response every time he got out of the car to get directions and we had to turn around. We were stopped by the police and Paul was given a ticket for going the wrong way down a one way! There are no signs. His dad works at the police office so he hoping to give the ticket to him. Once we arrived we stumbled through introductions with creole and trying to explain our request to work in the nursery in the morning and go to the wound clinic in the afternoon. The earthquake destroyed the home and right now the infants are in a temporary guest house. Words can’t explain the conditions. There were 10 volunteers and numerous Haitian workers and still not enough hands or time to fill the void. We fed and changed many babies. Kelly stated she has never felt like she has done so much by doing so little as she was hugging a little boy.
We were graciously taken up stairs to the volunteer’s guest house by a French angel named Agnes. Here we ate and rested waiting for the sisters to go to the wound clinic. We were able to leave a Proclaimer which is a audio bible in creole with someone in the chapel for them to share with the community. Once the travel arrangements were made we realized that we were taking everyone in our car. We all jumped in the machine and were off. The intensity of the city outside was calmed by the nuns reciting the rosary on the way there. The streets were exploding with wall to wall people, goods, basket and carts as the streets became narrower. On our last turn one of the Nun's jumped out of the machine and informed the vendors to get out of the road. Once inside the clinic there were organized rooms with supplies and 2 lines of people waiting to be seen in the alley. We were given a brief orientation in creole and put to work. We each received a small tray with our supplies and the wounds were cleansed and redressed. I am truly proud of how Joan and Kelly jumped right into this nursing duty without hesitation. The Nuns appeared pleased with our dressing technique and asked if we would be back. They will not have clinic on Saturday because it is a celebration as the “New president will taking his new chair.”
We are exhausted, emotionally, mentally and physically but ready to do it all over again.
WOW!
Joan, Kelly & Deb
We were graciously taken up stairs to the volunteer’s guest house by a French angel named Agnes. Here we ate and rested waiting for the sisters to go to the wound clinic. We were able to leave a Proclaimer which is a audio bible in creole with someone in the chapel for them to share with the community. Once the travel arrangements were made we realized that we were taking everyone in our car. We all jumped in the machine and were off. The intensity of the city outside was calmed by the nuns reciting the rosary on the way there. The streets were exploding with wall to wall people, goods, basket and carts as the streets became narrower. On our last turn one of the Nun's jumped out of the machine and informed the vendors to get out of the road. Once inside the clinic there were organized rooms with supplies and 2 lines of people waiting to be seen in the alley. We were given a brief orientation in creole and put to work. We each received a small tray with our supplies and the wounds were cleansed and redressed. I am truly proud of how Joan and Kelly jumped right into this nursing duty without hesitation. The Nuns appeared pleased with our dressing technique and asked if we would be back. They will not have clinic on Saturday because it is a celebration as the “New president will taking his new chair.”
We are exhausted, emotionally, mentally and physically but ready to do it all over again.
WOW!
Joan, Kelly & Deb
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