I’m not sure how well I can put into words all of what has happened in the last few days but I know 2 things for sure; ask & it shall be given and I will never be the same.
A few blog entries ago I talked about some of the struggles I’ve been having as this “adventure” turns into something much larger. Thank you for the feedback – it was all great & helped me a lot! I’ve been praying these last few weeks for clarity on how I can serve here effectively & yesterday I received a huge reminder of why I’m here. Unfortunately for Wilkenson, it was his pain that gave me this reminder.
Yesterday morning Wilkenson was standing on his top bunk, reaching for some clothes, and he fell. He landed on the bottom bunk of the bed next to his & broke his arm just above the elbow. It’s a bad break. Ever seen the Harry Potter movie where he breaks his arm & his teacher uses the wrong spell to heal it? Instead of fixing the broken bone he removed all the bones in his arm. Well it wasn’t exactly like that (obviously) but it hangs the same way. Within minutes of the fall we were in the truck with Enock (our chauffeur & all-round “superman”) & headed to find a hospital… finding an open hospital in Haiti is not all that easy, especially on a Sunday. We went to 7 hospitals before finding one in Port-au-Prince that would let us in. It was Doctors without Borders – they were great but unfortunately, after seeing the x-ray, they sent us to the General Hospital in PauP. This is the hard part to explain & I don’t want to be too harsh because this was my first time there so maybe it was just a bad day… I’m sure there are many lives saved there & many doctors that have a passion to helping people. But, for us, it was a horrific experience. They were so rough with Wilkenson when they examined him & took more x-rays… flopping his arm on the table & yelling at him to stop crying, And walking through the patient area (one huge room) was overwhelming… the smells, the screaming, the blood, the chaos… it felt like I was in a war movie. Being the token white person had some advantages (cut a few lines ☺) but being surrounded by people grabbing & begging for money and seeing the legitimacy of their need was not easy. Here’s where the “Ask & it shall be given” part comes in… I was so overwhelmed by the need & felt like a hypocrite walking by those that were asking. I prayed for calmness & for clarity… within minutes a lady walked towards me & said her little girl was very ill. She didn’t have to say anymore, I know God had sent her my way & I emptied my pockets. It wasn’t much but I have a feeling it was exactly what she needed.
It was an experience I will never forget. It’s amazing that there are so many complaints about the healthcare in Canada & the US when there are places like Haiti that barely have healthcare.
We left the hospital with a temporary cast & an appointment to return the next day so they can determine whether surgery is necessary. After the way they moved his arm the bumpy ride back to Grande Goave was a long one for Wilkenson, and it was an even longer night for him. He slept in my bed with me & between his “scratch here, move this, I need to pee again” and the tarantula that visited us (first time ever for me to see one inside!!!!!) it was a long night for me too ☺
Today we returned to Port-au-Prince only to be told we missed our appointment so we’ll have to come back tomorrow! So, as I write this, Wilkenson is sleeping beside me… much more peacefully tonight… and we will head back to PauP in the morning.
So, how did this accident remind me why I’m here?
All of the children here are special to me but Wilkenson was one of the first I connected with & if you’ve been following my blog since the beginning you may remember that Wilkenson was a big part of my decision to come to Haiti last year to learn Kreyol. He’s been given the nickname; “premye pitit mwen” which means my first child. Wilkenson’s mom died giving birth to his younger sister (who is also at our Children’s Home) and his dad is heavy into voodoo & hasn’t seen him since his mom died. I know this because I have visited his dad’s house in Bouva several times. Wilkenson has not let me leave his side since yesterday morning & if helping him over the next few weeks is the only thing I “accomplish” in Haiti it will all be worth it.
Here are some pictures of Wilkenson.
This was taken on my second trip to Haiti:
This was taken yesterday afternoon, after returning from Port-au-Prince:
We have a team arriving tomorrow & then several teams back-to-back. In addition to praying for Wilkenson, please pray for safety for the teams & for my stamina… I haven’t yet mastered the art of balancing my day-to-day activities while hosting teams so they tend wear me out. Hopefully these next 5 weeks will give me the practice I need to master that skill ☺
Thanks again for the prayers & the encouragement.