

Senye, ala nou kontan se pa nou k'ap kenbe ou men se ou k'ap kenbe nou. Lord, How glad we are that we don't hold you, but that you hold us.
The team at Lumley Beach
I found out this week that someone very special to me passed away. Sammy, was someone who lived at Coram Deo (in Haiti) when I was there in 2005-2006. Sometime after I left, he was sent back to the countryside to live with his family. I heard this week that he passed away there.
Since moving out of my parent's house at the age of 19, I have only twice lived in a place for longer than 12 months. Oriole Parkway is a record, almost 3 years now! It's been a great place to live, I love the neighbourhood, my neighbours are friendly, and it's the first place I've ever owned. It's been a good three years, but I'm ready to go. On to bigger and better things. I put it up for sale on Tuesday. So far, no amazing offers have come in that would make me rich for life, but there's been a lot of showings. It's tiring to keep the place looking clean all the time and vacating it at odd times. Now it's just a waiting game. I'd love to have all the loose ends tied up before I leave for Sierra Leone on July 2nd. I have to admit I find the whole experience quite stressful. I like to be "in charge" and right now I'm not. I know that if it's the Lord's will that I go to Haiti then the details will work themselves out. Perhaps not the way that I want them to, but they will be worked out:) So, here I am trusting in the Lord.
It's true. I'm moving back to Haiti once again. Since leaving Haiti in July 2006 rarely a day goes by that I don't think about Haiti. Each time I've been back I've told myself that this will be my last visit, I'm moving on, but something keeps pulling me back. A friend of mine asked me what is it about Haiti that draws me back? I had a hard time answering the question. Mostly I think it's the people, or perhaps it's the mosquitoes, the vicious dogs or the lack of electricity? Just kidding, those things I do not miss:) To be honest, all the things I love about Haiti are also the things I don't love (my niece told me "hate" is a bad word) about Haiti. It's often said that love and hate are very closely related.
Yesterday was a holiday so I was able to tag along with a doctor to a medical clinic in a small village near the Dominican border. I had heard that it was sooo beautiful, with a natural spring feeding the lake nearby. It was an interesting day. I witnessed a minor surgery. A young lady (17 years old?) came in with a growth on her neck just below her ear. Dr. Ed was a bit apprehensive because he was worried that it had grown into other parts of her neck, most importantly a main artery. But he agreed to open it up, take a look around and then if necessary sew it up again. Thankfully, he was able to remove it and the girl was very happy. I tried to watch the surgery but have to admit that I felt a bit weak and had to sit down on the other side of the room. After that I sat right beside her but where I couldn't see the operation and tried to encourage her. The rest of the day was pretty quiet with colds, fevers and sore stomaches. But then this guy walked in with his foot all wrapped in a bloody cloth and said he has just cut his foot with a machete. Because of the amount of blood I was worried that he had cut a chunk off his foot, but actually when all the blood was cleaned up it was just a little cut (only needing 3 stitches). It had so much blood because of where the cut was. So that was my exciting day out of PAP. We went to see the spring and I could see the potential for beauty but was saddened by the garbage and the evidence of human beings everywhere. Ah... the story of Haiti.

