Even as I sit here and write, I am sitting in the midst of 30+ beautiful Haitian children who are learning a Bible verse, "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him, shall not perish but have eternal life." It's a beautiful sound. I've been hugging and kissing these precious kids all day. Today Adam and Mark (our team leader) talked to the community leaders about our organization buying chickens for them. When we do, they will be provided with fresh eggs regularily and they will reproduce, giving them a financial and substancial source. We won't be here to see them delivered, because the process will take a few weeks.
Today I visited a very special young man. His name is Evansbord, we nicknamed him Invincible. His family of seven lives in a tent of probably 15x15. Evansbord had a seizure when he was 2 months old that left him nearly braindead and paralyzed. At 15 years old, he makes a few noises, his eyes jet around side to side, he has little use of his limbs. We call this young man Invincible, because when hundreds of thousands of people lost their lives in the earthquake, "Invincible" survived more than 24 hours under an enormous pile of rubble. His mother found him with only a broken hand and a few bruises. Even so, meeting Evansbord broke my heart. Until today, I've never really seen skin and bones. His shin was about the size around of a silver dollar, maybe a quarter. He layed curled up on a blanket on the ground, and this is how he lives. My heart was moved for Evansbord, and also for his mother who suffers with Malaria, is criticized by her community for continuing to care for her invalid son, and who is the sole provider for her 6 children and her orphaned and sick nephew. Yes, my heart was moved to say the least.
This journal entry was recorded on Wednesday. Please see my blog entitled "Miracle" for more on Evansbord.