Here I jot down my thoughts during a recent trip to the local Hospital. Two of our teens needed to visit the doctor. Nothing was an emergency, but they were hurting and we wanted to help.
Sensory overload.
Babies crying.
Three women in blue outfits.
Five women in white.
Eight women trying their hardest to get the height and weight of a screaming baby.
All eyes in the room turned to them.
Families pass by with bags filled to the bring and pots empty that once held rice.
Hard wooden benches.
No clean air to breathe.
Is the room getting smaller?
The babies are now screaming as one. Like a roaring orchestra, ascending into a crescendo of one of Bach's famous Overtures.
A mother moves closer to me, as the sweat starts to pour off my brow.
I can't believe this is the life I live. I wouldn't change it for any opportunity in the world.
This life.
My life.
I'm so blessed.
Time seems to go by slower when you don't really know what's happening around you. As I struggle to learn Creole, I try to pick up any word that I can. Try to sympathize with a young mother who has a screaming baby with a fever. But I don't know what that's like. That's not the cards I was dealt. I've been brought to Haiti to love, to serve, and to give as much time and energy to these beautiful people that I call family.
It's not easy. But it's worth it.
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