Grandma Florida

The average life expectancy for a woman here in Haiti is fifty five years old.
So last Wednesday when I told all the sewing ladies this was Mama Dan they all started laughing, clapping and jumping up and down because not one of them could believe she was sixty nine years old (or young).
As she unpacked her suitcase I started jumping up and down when she opened a side zipper compartment on her suitcase and pulled out a box of bullets that Jerry forgot to unpack before she repacked the suitcase. Actually, my heart sank and I could feel the blood drain from my face as I thought of her being taken directly to jail as she tried to clear Haitian Customs trying to explain how these bullets got in her bag. God himself must have walked you through today, I said.
As we drove in the truck Dan finally asked her what she thought about her trip and what she had seen so far.
The word overwhelmed came up a lot.
Haiti can be culture shock with out a doubt.
There are hundreds of people walking on the streets, it is hot, it is normal to see a goat hanging in a tree getting ready to butcher, there is so much trash and people are poor beyond what most people have ever seen.
But, she is doing great.
She is going with the flow, the pot holes and the bumps of our everyday life.