Monday, June 24, 2013
Sight
I could tell you about how there was trash everywhere you went, that hand sanitation there was quite absent, how children ran around with no shoes or garments on, or what the hospital scene lacked as a health care organization. I will try to paint those pictures, but I also want to express how colorful Haiti was with the beyond beautiful mountain skylines, breathtaking ocean deep blue colors, Haitian bright art on the every buses, and the inspiring smiles of the Haitian people.
I will tell you that I went through shock when I first landed in Port-au-prince. I saw poverty more than I ever have. I saw trash everywhere on the streets, the smell was overbearing and I remember tasting dust consistently. The people seemed to be aware of the traffic while crossing the street, but more daring than I ever would be crossing the street with that kind of driving. Houses were made of tin or bed sheets and were smaller than an average bathroom. As we drove from Port-au-Prince to PetitGoave, many Haitians were selling water, bread, toilet paper, and any basic item one could think of being in a convenient store. I rarely saw soap anywhere we went. We went to the Haiti’s National Museum and afterwards I used the facilities, I thought out of all places there would be soap here, but no, not a single drop of soap did I find. We went to visit the diocese and still no soap. I as a nurse was a little disgusted.
This is how the Haitian population lived every day. No clean water, no clean soap, so how are they supposed to stop their illnesses? The number one question asked in nursing school was always: "What is the number one rule in saving lives?" And the answer would be “to wash your hands.”
Being in Haiti and seeing the lack of resources, made my trip very difficult at times. It was difficult to overlook this part of the culture for me due to my background. I then directed my focuses on the beauty of the land and the people. Hospitality came as a second nature to them. The Haitians treated us with love and compassion. The Haitians continued to shine their light of how little they needed to be happy and to bring to joy to others around them. For instance, we bought Haitian music while we were down there at the local market. One of the men, Willy, at the school retrieved a boom box from a friend in town and that night we all were dancing in the schoolyard. The Haitian dance
reminded me of a slow salsa. While Ellen and I were learning these dances, our laughter carried out to the rest of the Petit-Goave and our smiles shone to the friends we had made in our stay.
While I was in Haiti, my body and soul had been sculpted into something new. My foundation was the same, but a few changes had been made. I came to Haiti and saw the devastation, but I also saw Haiti in a new shade than most people portray Haiti to be. It is so easy to visualize a place, but I never really knew the true colors. Haiti may lack a few colors, for instance: soap, but it does not lack the most important color of all: love.
“Take the time to stop and smell the roses.”
Everyone has heard this saying. Now I want you to stop and close your eyes. Breathe. Breathe in and out. Notice what you smell. Is it clean air? Is it a foul odor? Is it familiar to you? Do you smell a sweet aroma?
There are so many different scents that we inhale on a regular basis. Before going to Haiti, I really did not pay much attention to them. While in Haiti, I took the time to notice the different scents of the country, a new part of the world for me.
When I arrived, I noticed the aromas in the air were different. I have lived in the city for almost 3 years now, but the smells were nothing to compare to St. Louis. In Port-au-Prince there was a mix of dust and smog. Once I reached Petit-Goave, the odor changed to a more refreshing smell with a hint of dust. Even though I could smell similarities between United States and Haiti, there was still a difference. While driving from Port-au-Prince to Petit-Goave, the smell of mangos hit my nose and the smell of barbeque made my mouth water. Although there were new smells at the beginning of the trip, towards the end I felt whole with the smells.
Ellen and I had chosen to not shower while we stayed for 8 days in Haiti. We had no real idea if the kids took showers or really had the opportunity to use clean water to do so. As we stayed in Haiti, we used baby wipes, but our distinct foul smell continued to grown over the next day and then the day after that until we arrived back in St. Louis. At the beginning of the week, not showering seemed to be an obstacle. By the end of the week, the absence of showering had become part of our daily lives in Haiti. The absence of showers to us is similar to their absence of clean drinking clean water and better quality of life due to lack of clean water.
Our own scent had changed like our minds and spirits had while we were there in the presence of God’s people. My perspective on the use of water changed as I lived in Haiti for a little over a week. Clean water has a distinct smell, but that smell was limited in the Haiti world. I realized how much we waste clean water, and we are not even aware of it. From an outsider’s perspective, choosing the absence of showering must seem bizarre, or maybe even irrational. Here Ellen and I are in a tropical area, sweating more than the winter season back in St. Louis. From an outsider’s perspective, we were around disease a majority of the day. We made ourselves vulnerable while we were there, but we knew this before going to Haiti. Sometimes in life, we become numb in our routines. We are lucky when we run into a wall to wake us up, and makes our vision clearer. Even in Haiti, this numbness to our routine existed, but in a different and new way. Change is difficult for anyone, but we all know it must start from within. So coming from the United States and going to Haiti, we didn’t go to change their ways, but we came for them to help guide us in ours.
There are so many different scents that we inhale on a regular basis. Before going to Haiti, I really did not pay much attention to them. While in Haiti, I took the time to notice the different scents of the country, a new part of the world for me.
When I arrived, I noticed the aromas in the air were different. I have lived in the city for almost 3 years now, but the smells were nothing to compare to St. Louis. In Port-au-Prince there was a mix of dust and smog. Once I reached Petit-Goave, the odor changed to a more refreshing smell with a hint of dust. Even though I could smell similarities between United States and Haiti, there was still a difference. While driving from Port-au-Prince to Petit-Goave, the smell of mangos hit my nose and the smell of barbeque made my mouth water. Although there were new smells at the beginning of the trip, towards the end I felt whole with the smells.
Ellen and I had chosen to not shower while we stayed for 8 days in Haiti. We had no real idea if the kids took showers or really had the opportunity to use clean water to do so. As we stayed in Haiti, we used baby wipes, but our distinct foul smell continued to grown over the next day and then the day after that until we arrived back in St. Louis. At the beginning of the week, not showering seemed to be an obstacle. By the end of the week, the absence of showering had become part of our daily lives in Haiti. The absence of showers to us is similar to their absence of clean drinking clean water and better quality of life due to lack of clean water.
Our own scent had changed like our minds and spirits had while we were there in the presence of God’s people. My perspective on the use of water changed as I lived in Haiti for a little over a week. Clean water has a distinct smell, but that smell was limited in the Haiti world. I realized how much we waste clean water, and we are not even aware of it. From an outsider’s perspective, choosing the absence of showering must seem bizarre, or maybe even irrational. Here Ellen and I are in a tropical area, sweating more than the winter season back in St. Louis. From an outsider’s perspective, we were around disease a majority of the day. We made ourselves vulnerable while we were there, but we knew this before going to Haiti. Sometimes in life, we become numb in our routines. We are lucky when we run into a wall to wake us up, and makes our vision clearer. Even in Haiti, this numbness to our routine existed, but in a different and new way. Change is difficult for anyone, but we all know it must start from within. So coming from the United States and going to Haiti, we didn’t go to change their ways, but we came for them to help guide us in ours.
Touch
Haiti has touched my soul forever and I hope I have left a stamp in the Haitian’s hearts I met. On a normal day at work, I go in with the mindset that I am going to touch patients’ lives, I am going to make an impact whether small or large that hopefully stays with them. Not necessarily that they remember my name, but more that they remember my actions towards them. I hope that they take away how I cared for them with my actions in a vulnerable time of their life due to their sickness. That is the kind of mindset I went when traveling to Haiti. I went to Haiti with the desire to be changed and for the better. There is no way of really describing everything that happened there in words, but I will try to do my best to paint how I felt throughout this pilgrimage.
The children at Ecole de L’enfant Jesus were always loving. At recess, children took my hand in theirs and took me to play games. First it was jump rope, then it was running and next it was tennis in a hallway. But the most important part is that the children took my hand. They reached out to me and I received their love. It was so accepting, like any other child. Even though language and cultural barriers were present, neither one of us let that stop us from trying to reach out to each other. We attempted to communicate by demonstration and by the few words we knew of each other’s language. Even though there were many barriers, the point is there was effort on each side. We tried to understand each other.
Every day the children were in school, there was one particular kid that would reach out and help me. He had to be around 7 years of age at least. The child would see that I was struggling to carry the three items in my hands and he would reach out to help me. No words were exchanged, but a smile of thank you. The other times the child would grab my hand not to take me anywhere, but to simply hold my hand. It was as if no communication was necessary. A simple touch was all that was needed.
Something so small is overlooked by most individuals. God shows us love in so many ways and sometimes we are too caught up in the chaos to realize that life is about the simple moments. I will never truly know what all the natural disasters and daily dangers these kids have experienced actually feel like. What I do know is that when I was there, I was open to their lifestyles and that I chose to be in the moment. This is the stamp they left on my heart. I pray that I left a similar stamp on their hearts.
The children at Ecole de L’enfant Jesus were always loving. At recess, children took my hand in theirs and took me to play games. First it was jump rope, then it was running and next it was tennis in a hallway. But the most important part is that the children took my hand. They reached out to me and I received their love. It was so accepting, like any other child. Even though language and cultural barriers were present, neither one of us let that stop us from trying to reach out to each other. We attempted to communicate by demonstration and by the few words we knew of each other’s language. Even though there were many barriers, the point is there was effort on each side. We tried to understand each other.
Every day the children were in school, there was one particular kid that would reach out and help me. He had to be around 7 years of age at least. The child would see that I was struggling to carry the three items in my hands and he would reach out to help me. No words were exchanged, but a smile of thank you. The other times the child would grab my hand not to take me anywhere, but to simply hold my hand. It was as if no communication was necessary. A simple touch was all that was needed.
Something so small is overlooked by most individuals. God shows us love in so many ways and sometimes we are too caught up in the chaos to realize that life is about the simple moments. I will never truly know what all the natural disasters and daily dangers these kids have experienced actually feel like. What I do know is that when I was there, I was open to their lifestyles and that I chose to be in the moment. This is the stamp they left on my heart. I pray that I left a similar stamp on their hearts.
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