I see the reality of one’s life here in Haiti
It’s been awesome being with my family after living in the U.S. for the last 15 years. There was not a day that went by that I did not think of them. This might have had to do on how much they had cared for me when I was sick as a child; not just parents but brothers and sisters caring for their sick sibling, sacrificing all they had to keep me alive. They were all in my heart. I love them and I wanted to be close to them. I wish that they never forget me because I did not forget them. At night I would cry, thinking they would not accept me as one of their own anymore but I knew God would not have let this happen. I believe one day that I will be with them again and that I will minister to them; to simply care for their basic needs. While living in the U.S. I was oblivious to the pain my family had to go through, but now living with them once again I soon find out how difficult life was for them and still is to this day. I see the reality of one’s life here in Haiti. Food does not come easy, healthcare is out of reach, and education is a privileged. Food: This family was one of the recipients of a community food distribution in August. This is one of the areas I feel most blessed because as long I eat; my family will eat. I will fill their stomach with food to make up all the days lost. I will give them the nutrients needed to keep them healthy. I will sit at the dinner table with them to give God thanks for the food that we are about to eat. Now that’s for my family; will the family next door have the same opportunity, most likely no? I hope God will make a provision for us to feed those in this community. Healthcare: I want to cry. Doctors are not paid; they do not come to work and patience suffers, thus, dies overnight with a simple procedure it could have taken a doctor to save a life. Currently, one of my sisters has an ovarian cyst and another sister has a major infection in which doctors cannot tell us what it is. One doctor says to keep tract of the pain on the cyst and another doctor tells the other sister there is nothing they can do. Silentor wants to cry. Silentor has to watch his sisters suffer just like I suffered as a child but I feel they helped me more than I can help them. I need to do something or it might be too late but what can I do, what hospital, what doctor and where do I go. God will lead. Now you can only imagine what other families have to endure when someone in their family is sick. As a believer, my sisters our in God hand but what about those who do not believe? I pray that they do not go to the witchdoctor that lives in the community. Please pray for the sick here in Haiti, this is one of time their faith is being tested. I hope God makes a provision for us to have a clinic to help with their basic healthcare in this community. Education:Many Hands is a nonprofit organization dedicated to breaking the cycle of generational poverty through long-term, locally led community development. Since 2008, Many Hands has partnered with communities in Haiti and now also serves families in Abaco, Bahamas, through integrated programs in health, education, housing, agriculture, economic opportunity, and leadership development. Nearly 150 Haitian staff lead the work in Haiti, while a network of Many Hands Thrift Market stores helps fund the mission, allowing more donor dollars to directly support life-changing programs.
