Toward the end of "The Poisonwood Bible", author Barbara Kingsolver writes of "...if...would have...but instead...all because...every life is different because you passed this way and touched history." (pg. 538) It may be history which is never written, published or discussed, but that doesn't make it any less important. Monumental journeys often remain anonymous. What speaks to me so in this quote is the understanding that it works both ways - the lives I touch are touching mine, the lives you touch are touching yours. There are so many lives here waiting for someone to pass this way.
Our work week began last Monday (August 9th) with a communal laundry "konbit" (work group). Everyone had left in a hurry Friday and the consequence was a staff change room that took on the scent of a locker room. Wednesday, we made the trip up the mountain again to Sen Rafayel to paint the interior office space and begin to bring the new staff members up to speed. Although the rain which followed us down at day's end hadn't presented itself, mud was already present. Then around a corner, a small dancing waterfall, running over onto the roadway, creating deep crevices in the already tortuous route.
Although we are not yet open for business, the office was full and spilling out onto the gallery. There were already 100 names on our active waiting list - "active" meaning we have checked birth certificates, report cards and payment cards and have taken a family history (50 in Cap-Haitien and 50 in Sen Rafayel). On Wednesday another 35 presented us with letters requesting school support.
Fabiola, Illiomene and I began to sift through the requests, checking names against the existing list, as the rest of the staff painted walls around us. Auguste was outside working crowd control. The letters requesting assistance for secondary school and university were written mostly in Kreyol, some in French. Instead of sleeping that night, I read letters. I have re-read them many times.
These are some of the lives waiting for you to pass this way. I'm translating, of course:
Berncy asks for help to complete the last 2 years of secondary: "Rheto" and "Philo". "There are 4 children in my family. I'm the oldest. My father has been dead for 5 years, it's my mother who suffers/is living through the hard times with me ("pase mize ave'm"). Only I have gone to school, and I have to stop now because of our situation."
Mirlene is entering 8eme, the 2nd year of high school. "I'm asking because I don't have a mother or a father - they're both dead for a longtime. I love school and want to continue. Someone ("yon moun") was paying for me but stopped ("abandone") and I can't get my report card. I wait for your reply, in tears ("M'ap tande kriye"). "
If Vermer has passed the State exams, he will enter the final year of high school. "I'm writing you because I find myself in a difficult situation. My mother has been crazy/ mentally ill for 3 years ("twa zan fol"). My father is handicapped. I have a good friend who secured a bursary for me last year. I know you have a good heart and will not let me waste away ("peri")."
Jesumene's father "has been dead since I was 11. My mother has had great difficulty paying for me and there is no possibility I can continue. I would enter 9eme (third year of secondary) in September. I promise you, you will not regret helping me."
Marie-Rose writes that she was "at school in Port-au-Prince when the earthquake passed. An uncle was paying for me because my mother and father are dead. My uncle was killed and I am back in Sen Rafayel. I was in "Rheto" (second last year of high school) when everything stopped."
An aunt of Enecharles was paying for her year but everything stopped Jan. 12. Maxime and Mikendy are cousins, supported by an uncle who was killed Jan 12. And on and on they go.
Saturday, the staff made the trip up the mountain again to Sen Rafayel as Vilsaint is scheduled for hernia surgery Monday in Pignon. We had to deliver the funds to him. While there, they painted the outside of the new office. It was completely unscheduled, but Auguste returned with another 22 letters.
We have been without electricity (and ice) since Thursday. Heavy rains every night. Just enough solar power to run the fridge for a few hours a day. Today, we had electricity but no internet signal until now. While the ideal would be to put out a blog when everything is fresh, the ideal doesn't happen here very often.
"Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history."
Have a good week.
"Pase yon bon semen".
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
(Some of Paulaine's creations)
(Kesner and younger brother Jocelin share pain of sister's death - see previous blog post)
During the brief time we were in the office, 35 new students dropped in with letters requesting school support. Djohn has dozens more in a notebook. It is a flood of young people. One could spend a lifetime in that one location. What a difference it would make. We'll do what we can.
Wilsaint is in need of hernia surgery and extensive dental work. In addition, the "ti kay" in which he lives with his mother and sisters suffered extensive damage in the January 12th quake. The back wall is gone. The owner will not help with repairs. Wilsaint tells us his mother owns a little piece of land which she worked as a garden when well enough. We will check the ownership status, and if the papers are good, will put out a request for funds to help them build a small house on the site. Imagine - home ownership! Of course - no running water, no electricity, no plumbing. But we could possibly dig a latrine.
After checking in and stowing bags, we headed downstairs to the restaurant, time to catch up. Our young people had never expressed angst at being so far from home nor the challenge of studying and living in a different language and culture. But it came pouring out over salad and a sandwich. I was so glad we had made the effort. They were amazing - speaking Spanish as though born to it.
Saturday (July 31st) morning included breakfast together then a tour of the campus. They were so proud and knowledgable. We saw everything from the first Spanish classroom to the student centre, cafeteria, coveted Department of Medicine and Convocation Hall. We laughed a lot, asked a million questions, and then went on to their student apartment.
(Marlen, Elorge and Sharon on Campus and at the library)
We had a chance to sit down and reflect on the amazing journeys we were each on - and how they had come together in this place. I know I say it in private emails, but I'm saying it here as well - Marjorie and Jeffrey - you are amazing human beings. Through your sponsorship, and I know you sacrifice to do it, you have already completely changed the lives of these young people and everyone who knows them. This is the essence of Starthrower - making a difference one life at a time. May you be blessed.
( Elorge and Marlene's apartment in Sentiago)
We have so many young people who would benefit from individual sponsorship (or a group of sponsors). Their lives are enhanced when they know that someone cares. Deles and Edwina (our only two other sponsored kids) are different people because they know someone cares. Think about it.
Afternoon saw us heading downtown, list in hand to price some needed items - a small fridge (I cringed at an open jar of mayonnaise on a shelf for weeks), a desk for Marlene's room, scrapers to have a go at the mold and water damage on several walls (the worst in Marlene's bedroom - photo), paint, a shower curtain, backpacks... Now we know what can be purchased and where. Some prices surprised us, others did not. Using the peso was much the same as the gourde, without the added frustration of a dollar concept thrown in to the mix. I can almost hear our bookeeper Ingrid sigh when I write of dealing with yet another currency.
Sunday we travelled back with Marlene, heading home after exams for a 2 week vacation. Elorge followed on Tuesday. They know better than to travel on market days. A tip of the hat to Carib Tours - a reasonably priced, comfortable way to travel.
Monday (Aug. 2nd) began bright and early with drop ins and medical referrals, food before writing an exam, potable water. Modeline took a break about 10:30 and wanted to kick the soccer ball around, only to discover that all of the soccer balls had gone missing. Someone needed them more. So we kicked around a smaller ball which fit very nicely down the drainage channel. Most of my time was spent retrieving. We'll look for new soccer balls this week. Thursday the staff headed with a very loaded vehicle to Sen Rafayel to put up walls of cilotex, scrub and clean, order new doors, purchase safety locks. I had decided to send Rosenie in my place - good thing! They were gone from 7 a.m. until 7 p.m. Next day a visit from the owner, here from Miami. He came for a family funeral but wanted to see the repairs needed first hand.
Meanwhile, it's Saturday (Aug. 7th). Stephen is cleaning the garden, Joceline cleaning out the dispensary cupboard and Jack and Dieugrand are washing the truck. They don't work today - they just wanted to wash the truck. Joceline is ready to organize the cupboard so we'll talk later.