Earlier this week I arrived in Canada - currently land of icicles, snowbanks and subzero temperatures. But -- also land of running water, electricity and garbage pick up. Additionally, we boast dentists, chiropractors, registered massage therapists, personal trainers, family doctors, walk-in clinics.....
My town of Orangeville has all the luxuries, including a public library system which operates 7 days a week. Yesterday I went with the idea of borrowing a book or two. Upon entry, I was called over to the circulation desk by Jennifer, one of many warm, welcoming staff members. She leaned over the counter toward me and said in her quiet librarian voice "Sharon, I miss your blogs." No one has ever said that to me before, so this one is for Jennifer.
Each time I leave Haiti, I experience what I call a heart squeeze, a physical sensation which reminds me that for my heart, my roots are there although my feet may take me elsewhere. Sciatic pain has been plaguing me since November so the expert care of a chiropractor was called for. Unfortunately not available in Cap-Haitien.
|2nd yr. nursing students Edwina and Sherlyne pick up travel|
funds for their hospital placement. Uniforms are mandatory for classes and hospital placements.
(Cap-Haitien office, coordinator Lusnot)
|Coordinator Edeline distributes funds for new shoes for 2nd term.If shoes|
are scuffed, students are sent home. (students Angelene and Marie Tonnie)
(Sen Rafayel office)
|Although brothers Jean-Woody and Fritzman attend|
the same school, Jean-Woody's long sleeves and tie mark
him as a Philo student (final year)
|New backpacks finally. Some I purchased in Provo, the rest in the|
marketplace in Cap-Haitien.
The day before I left, Auguste and I were able to fit in 2 home visits in Cap-Haitien. Emania and Norceline attend the same school and had a half day holiday. So they shed uniforms and came to the center to eat before our visits. Both Emania and Norceline lost their parents in the 2010 quake. Norceline lost her siblings as well. Both have not been able to attend school. We helped get papers and registered both in Semi-Lycee Anacaona. After the quake, Norceline made her way to Cap and found a cousin, with whom she currently stays. Emania made her way to Sen Rafayel to friends and we tracked down an older sister in Cap-Haitien and after meeting with the sister, delivered Emania down the mountain. It was a healthier situation. She was being treated like a slave in the village.
|Emania and Norceline out of uniform for home visits.|
|Following Norceline- raw sewage is everywhere|
|Norceline waits for us as one unfamiliar with|
the interior could easily get lost.
|Norceline unlocks the home she shares with|
her cousin and cousin's husband.
|No windows, just a false door at the far end.|
She sleeps on the floor.
|A piece of tol shelters their cooking space.|
|Auguste takes notes in the doorway, the|
only light source.
|Backpack sits atop only furniture|
|This is the second room but even during a dry spell water|
bubbles up through the concrete and cannot be used.
|Following Emania into the interior|
|There are always onlookers who tell me I'm white.|
|'One'(honour) Auguste says, asking permission to enter.|
'Respe' (respect) replies Emania's sister,
giving us permission.
|There is little or no privacy, houses built on|
the wall of an existing house.
|Auguste sits on the only chair but he cannot see to write.|
No windows, just cement blocks with decorative holes.
Here is a sample of a house for sale.