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Day Two - Bravo!!

Today was so much fun! I really had fun with the ladies and I think they are happy to be learning! I have been praying for this day for a long time. I admit, I did start to cry, I excused myself, went to the bathroom, closed the door just for a few minutes to thank the Lord for being so sweet to me. I still can't seem to get it in my head that this is our house and we live here and are doing this!

Pinch me!

Don't get me wrong, we have so much on our plate I could consider freaking out! We a joke that the guys are really just yard men. Really they run around all day long getting everything done for five houses, prenatal classes for twenty ladies, childhood development for twenty ladies, sewing for fifteen ladies Monday to Friday, literacy classes and embroidery classes. Us girls, we hold down the fort so to speak with all the different programs. This isn't even including everything that needs to happen for the adoptions. That is a whole different story for another day!

Many nights we lay down thinking, I am pretty sure I just got up about fifteen minutes ago! But, it is good! It is all good!

Starting Sewing School

"More Tears Are Shed Over Answered Prayers Than Unanswered Ones"
- Truman Capote

Have Annie, Will Travel

We arrived in Haiti on November 26, 2007. It was a life changing day for us and was marked in my mind by the birth of Annie Grace. She was born to a women who has attend our woman's program, who was in very poor health herself and couldn't take care of another child. This mom is also the birth mom of an adopted child of our friends Tara and Troy who are here in Haiti. Annie Grace, however, will be going to live with Tara's sister. She will live with them until her adoption can be complete.

Tara and Troy have a lot to do with a really big team, their family, home school and so on. They needed help since Annie's nanny is on vacation and Jes, who is here helping John and Beth, had to go back to the States for her grandfathers funeral. So, I said, I would help. No problem, Annie is kind of special to us. Tara went over all the details and provided me with a detailed list of what I should expect. On my way out the door Tara said, oh, do you want the portable crib? Yes, I said!

Friday was here and it was time for Troy to drop off Annie on his airport run. I went and got Annie at the baby house after we finished some shopping. No portable crib, not to worry. I didn't think about the fact I was at the baby house I could just ask for one to borrow for a few days. I was in a hurry. I would think of something. I am a mother and have taken care of many children. I am sure when Tara asked if I would watch Annie she wasn't thinking I wouldn't put her in a suitcase. She fits perfectly! This is the life of two mom's with a lot on their plate.

Clappers or Zapper

You have seen the "The Clapper" on television, but "The Clapper" won't work here in Haiti since we never have enough power to have lamps plugged in. Now that I think of it, we don't own a lamp. We have "The Zapper". Well, I don't have one, but Dan, Maddie and Parker have one. What is "The Zapper"? More importantly, why do we need one? I don't really think that this electric tennis racket bug killing thing has a real name. Maybe it should be called "The Cracker" since that is really the sound you hear as all kinds of flying things hit the current inside the tennis racket and get a shock that ends their life. (Please not animal cruelty comments... John) I don't know that I have enough time or energy to have one of these things, but everyone in my family is now addicted to walking around faithfully trying to reduce the mosquito population of Haiti, or at leaset our house. This is a good thing, maybe, since I don't think we can afford stock in "Deep Woods Off" with at least 40% DET. We have found that anything less than 40% DET is really considered candy. We are now reduced to being a family of zappers.

Inspi(RED)

I don't know if pride is the right word, I guess it could be, but it is safe to say I was humbled on Wednesday. I have always been willing to buy things to help support the research and prevention of HIV and AIDS. I admit I have two shirts, a bag and a scarf from the RED campaign at the GAP and they are some of my favorite things. Not because I love the GAP, but because I wanted to help make a difference. I consider myself someone who is aware and concerned with what is happening around the world with AIDS. But, this past week changed everything for me.

For almost two weeks now we have been dealing with three different cases of HIV - a brand new baby, a mother of three and a young single woman who is only two months pregnant with her first baby. I can't seem to stop thinking about this beautiful young woman who has come to our program. She has tested positive for HIV twice now. Wednesday would be the day we would have to sit down with John and tell her that her world would forever be changed. I can't think of anything worse. Our Wednesday clinic was coming to an end and she still had not come to see us. John had Carine call and remind her he needed to talk to her. Soon enough, she was here and it was time. We sat in John's office with the new varnish smell filling the air as he was inches from her face asking questions to buy time before he would have to tell her what he really needed to say. I was holding my breath, but it wasn't the varnish smell, it was the news. Finally, in my broken understanding of the Haitian language I heard the dreaded word, SIDA (HIV). I wanted to close my eyes and be some place different, if I could just borrow Dorthy's ruby slippers I would have been out of there. The varnish smell seemed to fade from the room as the sound of her crying filled the room as she called for her mother and Jesus. My face was hot and I could feel the tears welling up. She put her head down on the desk and cried calling out in sobs for help.

Soon Beth, Lisa, Jes and Agahte would come to sit with us. We began to pray and cry with her. Beth shared with her how much we loved her and that she wasn't alone and we would help her get into a program that would supply the meds she would need to live a better life. She prayed with us to ask Jesus in her heart. Not the church kind of Jesus you only see on Sunday but the real Jesus that you hang out with everyday for the rest of your life. The kind of Jesus that she was going to need everyday.

I have a handful of pictures in my mind of looks on peoples faces that I wish I had a delete button for because they haunt me at times. The look on her face when she heard John say, SIDA, is in fact one of those pictures. Her face was frozen, eyes locked with John for a split second as her mind raced wildly, and than, she was gone, on the downward spiral of questions.

We had finished. I gave her tap-tap money, hugged her again and promised I would see her in the morning to go again, for yet another test, just to make sure we would have three positive results. I stood in the breeze way wanting to scream! So much for my RED purchases, like they really helped her have a better life, was all I could think.

My sweet friend Beth said, Sheila you are here and you are in the trenches. We are here in Haiti and have come to Haiti needing that very same real Jesus to help us in all that we do. I will continue to wear my t-shirts but they will mean something very different to me from now on. Years from now, I am sure I will see her face. I am pretty sure Beth was right, again, when she said, HIV isn't a surprise to Jesus. I am thankful he can say, I already have the t-shirt, been there, done that - thats why I died for you!

You have to be kidding! (plus a rooster update)

On Saturday when Dan got home from the men's seminar at church he asked if I had the number to Visa Lodge? What? Yeah, we (Dan, Ted and John) are gonna rent a room to watch the Super Bowl? You have to be kidding me! We live in Haiti and haven't watched television since November 26 when we got here. Every once and awhile I wonder what Oprah and Anderson Cooper are talking about but, I could care less about watching television. Dan, on the other hand is a major, major football person! You know the kind that lay on the floor beating the ground to help the ball get in the end zone. Ted, he is a football guy too, but not like Dan. John, he is a fake pastor kind of guy who likes books and old Star Trek videos, so I think this is the most shocking part to me. But, they are not kidding, they have a plan! We will eat a buffet lunch at Visa Lodge after church with Jes, Rosemine and her girls, swim for a few hours to pass the time so they can lay on the beds in the a/c eating beef jerky, jujyfruits and ham sandwiches. This has to be a complete guy thing!

Follow Up:
On January 25th, Dan killed the rooster! Well, he didn't kill the rooster and chickens on purpose! It was the spray we used for the wicked bad ticks and fleas in the depot behind the house. It was rooster and chickens all at once and had nothing to do with our new dog - Uno. It took less than a week since we moved in and it cost 300 Haitian dollars...

All In One Day.....

I am the kind of person that can go and go and go and than all of a sudden I have what I call a laugh attack. Most of the time the reason I am laughing isn't funny at all. Wednesday was one of those very days. I am sure you have had them yourself. They start out normal and all of sudden it is like you are on the most wicked version of Mr. Toad's wild ride.

We always have a busy day on Wednesday with the woman's program but today was even more so because we had started testing for sewing school. Lisa came with a mother and her three children who where at her gate earlier in the morning. The mother couldn't keep the youngest child, a baby girl, only ten days old because of a conflict with her husband. It was now twelve o'clock and the pregnant ladies would be here for class. I had returned with Agahte and her two babies so she could translate for me. We now had to do a Power Point of the stages of pregnancy, three pregnancy tests, an HIV test, feed nineteen ladies and give out malaria meds for eight.

By one o'clock John would come and talk to the babies mother because we had a potential home for her. After the interview Jes went to get blood work done. She returned and it was now three o'clock, I should have left by two thirty to get the kids from school. We stopped at the baby house to get Jes a few supplies, dropped Agahte off and made our way to the school only to stop half way there because we had a flat tire. A flat in the same tire Dan had fixed last week. What to do? No spare, a missing part to the jack, language barrier, one pump that plugged into the cigarette lighter that was broken. We soon had a knight in shining armor with a jack and a crowd watching. When all of a sudden the jack slipped with the guy under the car. It started! I had reached my full and spilling over limit! I was in the middle of the street trying to talk to Lisa having a laugh attack! I finally recovered and knew I shouldn't say, "what else could go wrong". Lisa and Zack had now arrived after getting my kids from school while Jes and I waited on the side of the road. Three hours later we would be on our way back to the house.

If I learned anything from my day, I learned that life in such a hard place is so fragile. Fragile for the young woman and baby who tested positive for HIV. Fragile for the mama who had to leave her husband and give up her baby and find a way to care for her other two children not knowing that she too would have HIV. Fragile for myself and my family apart from Jesus who strengthens us to do all things. It is in His strength that we live and minister in Haiti.