First 3 days of my 2 weeks in Haiti

Yea, God sent me back to Haiti! This was my 4th mission trip to the poorest country in the western hemisphere. Mission Monkey was so glad to be going on another mission! For those who don’t know his story, he travels on all my mission trips. He also goes on mission trips with my friends! Last year he managed to go to Haiti once and Africa twice! He is one lucky monkey!


Savannah Airport, 5:30 a.m. Last time of being fresh and clean for 2 weeks!
Myself, Rosanne and Diane with Mission Monkey


Our day of travel was uneventful, which is always good! Watching the reaction of the first timers, brings me back to my first time traveling to the mission. Words cannot describe the filth and the stench of the streets. How do people live like that? It is all they know. They don’t know about hygiene or sanitation.



























Our first full day on the mission started out with going to the church across the street. I love to watch different kinds of worship. One thing I can say about the Haitians is, they love to sing...and loudly they do it! Their worship puts us Americans who looked like we are bored to death singing, to shame!
The rest of the day was spent cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning! There was a lot of things to do to get the 2 new operating rooms ready for surgery the next day.















Before I went to bed, I pulled out my journal to write down my thoughts of the day. It was then I found a note my dear friend Jody, had written to me last October when we were in Haiti together. She had written it the last day we were there and stuck it in my journal. I had not seen it before. God knew exactly when I would need to read her words and His timing was perfect! One last sweet kiss from Jesus before I drifted off to sleep!

My assignment for this trip was to work in the minor room. This room has two bays in it. People who need stitching up, lumps removed, circumcisions, extra fingers removed (very common to have 6 fingers in Haiti), broken bones set and basically anything that does not need the major operating rooms, come to the minor room. The hallway outside the minor room is very very crowded, chaotic and loud! People walk for hours to see the doctors. They also are really patient to wait in that hot hallway ALL day.
A man brought a 8 year old boy to the mission after watching him get hit by a motorcycle. Motorcycles are a form of taxi, and they are dangerous. Each year we see more and more accidents because of how crazy they drive them. The man who brought the boy in, saw him get hit and also watched at the driver kept on going. So he tackled him off the motorcycle and sat on him until the police came. After they took the driver to jail, he brought the boy in for medical care. The little boy had a huge gash under his eye and also a broken clavicle. The man stayed until the boy’s parents came to the mission. He explained to the parents that they had better give thanks to God for the mission. Neither one of the parents were Christians. They did allow us to pray with them but did not want any part of Jesus. In a culture where men generally do not have a lot to do with children, it was great to see this man praising Jesus for being his Savior and also for taking care of the little boy. He blessed us all by seeing his unselfish ways to take care of one of God’s children.