We left off when I first arrived in Haiti. Unfortunately, SO many things happened that I’m going to have to simply list as many as possible. If you want to know more about any specific thing, ask me! I would LOVE to tell you more about it! But since there is just an abundance stories, I’m going to have to keep them all brief. :)

  • As Melody said in her testimony during church, as well as her blog, Willie was a sweetheart by pulling both of our suitcases into the house. Let me tell you, these were BIG suitcases. He was even sweet enough to zip up a little section of my bag before rolling it, so that nothing would fall out. :)
  • We were given a tour. I met all of the kids and was PROMPTLY overwhelmed by how many (36) kids there were, and wondered how in the world I was going to get to know them all.
  • A picture was taken, and I was introduced to a bit of Haiti Home of Hope doctrine — choose your battles. The Campbells spent about 15 minutes trying to gather everyone in their Royal’s hats, and finally Mrs. Campbell threw her hands up and said “Bill, forget it. We’re never going to get all of them. Let’s just take the picture.”
  • When pastor handed out gum for the first time, I learned four of the most important Creole words — Vinnie (come), Timon (children), Chiclet (gum), and Merci (Thank you). That about sums up the Creole I learned. The only other words I learned were Dief (fire), and Blanc (white). And how to count to ten, thanks to Melody and her patient coaching on the plane. :)
  • I had to put down a child for the first time around this point. Even that first time, it was hard.
  • I was immediately asked to play soccer, which I eagerly accepted…and was promptly SCHOOLED by each and every one of the boys — whether they were 8 or 14, they were better than me, haha.
  • Melody and I were shown to our room, and were ecstatic to see the Disney Princess posters on the wall. Chrissy and Alina (who were our rommies for the week) were shy for the first hour or two, maybe…but QUICKLY warmed up, haha. Alina (or Lina, what she’s usually called) has a sweet husky voice that matches her mature and nurturing personality, while Chrissy is a fireball of emotions and energy. They were our little sisters during the week, both in fun, adorable moments, and in times of…well…annoyance. :P But of course the times when we loved them outweighed the times when we wanted to get away, hah.
  • That night we played football with some of the older boys, and I *showed off* my hit and miss arm…and aim. I love Melody’s retort to “you throw like a girl” — “throw a little harder and you can too!” — unfortunately this statement only applies to me equivocally (vocab points! Did I use it right? I’m not quite sure that I did :P).
  • This was the first day I suspected Wisley of having feelings toward Melody that weren’t just….brotherly. :P
  • Wednesday morning we got up at perhaps 6:45 to the sound of a rooster. I had my first BLISSFUL encounter with Haitian coffee, a relationship that endured for every morning throughout the whole trip.
  • My fears of hating the food were slaughtered, THANK YOU LORD :) I loved every bite of the Haitian food we were served.
  • The food clinic began that morning, though a little later than usual because there was rain coming. We met Pastor Clebere (hereby referred to as Pastor C because I’m not sure of how you spell his name). He lead the people who came from miles around in a time of singing, prayer, and a short message. When the babies were brought in, Mel and I got to hand out candy, stuffed animals, crayons, and soap while Mrs. Campbell and helpers weighed the babies and handed out food. There is so, so, much more I could tell about these hours. It was…amazing.
  • Directly after the food clinic, we climbed Mt. Pignon. In the words of Melody “It may LOOK like a grassy knoll, but word to the wise — IT’S NOT!” There was a point where I turned back to Melody and said, in 100% seriousness “I really don’t think I’m going to make it. There is no way.”. And I wouldn’t have made it if the boys hadn’t generously stopped for us about…oh…every FIVE minutes. Moral of story: just because you’re skinny does NOT mean you’re in shape. We are in the process of making T-shirts that say something to the effect of “I survived Mt. Pignon”. I will wear it with PRIDE.
  • Frico gave me two flowers on this hike. :) Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to bring them back :(

There is so, so, SO much more to tell!! Every time I start to write one of these it all comes flooding back. It might be a long while before I get it all out, you’ll have to bear with me. :)

Pray for the people of Haiti! Don’t forget, even when the earthquake becomes old news to the rest of the world! Pray that God would use this time to raise up Godly leaders and to open up hearts the to Gospel. Pray that God would give the Campbells, Betsy, and all of the workers the grace and strength to make it through this difficult time. Pray for miracles.

Here is the website if you would like to know the history behind HHH.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this LONG post! :)