Sunday, February 28, 2010
link to videos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jHWf6jl-IxM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyAp2PB7-eA
I am still in the same routine. The latest drive here to Haiti was the hardest. They have changed things at the border so I had to wait there 8 hours. I had Gerard with me this time. He grew up in the Haiti orphanage and is now studying medicine in the DR. He was amazing at the border trying to get us through sooner. At one point we changed shirts and gave him a hat and sunglasses so he could try again with someone he already pissed off. Unfortunately, the costume did not work. When we finally tried to get through the traffic bottleneck at the gate he was getting out of the truck and stopping big rigs and yelling at dudes in four languages. I was just driving and laughing. He put on an amazing show. When we got through the gate and he hopped back in the truck we both started laughing hard and celebrating. It took us 17 hours for the usual 9 hour trip. Then when we got here we unloaded 4 pallets of milk. Needless to say I was exhausted. I am back in the road in 15 minutes so I gotta go. Take care.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
drats, foiled again.
My friend Ross relayed a story to me that I would like to pass on. He is working with coordinating the relief effort for Haiti from the Dominican Republic. Three weeks after the quake he was in Haiti. With Father Rick and others he went to the old hospital to give prayers and say mass for those that died when it collapsed. It had been serving as volunteer housing and admin offices when the quake struck. Next they went to the home of the siblings of Joseph, a man who had grown up in the Haiti orphanage of NPH. The home had collapsed and the bodies of Joseph’s brothers and sisters were still under the rubble. The prayers and mass were said amidst the smell of their decaying bodies. Joseph was among those praying. As Ross told me the story it was obvious how powerful an experience it was for him. And, it helped me to sense again the pain that millions of Haitians are feeling.
On , my last trip a man named Danny accompanied me on the trip back to the DR. He, like Joseph, grew up with NPH and he also lost several siblings. He speaks French, Creole, Spanish and English and spends time helping out in the DR as well as at the hospital in Port au Prince.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Trip 3
The hospital is on the outskirts of Port au Prince and the damage is visible but not that bad. My plan is to organize a trip here where i could stay a night or two and get into the damaged areas and maybe even help out in some way. Just from dealing with the trasportation and unloading I can see that not speaking French or Creole would make me nearly useless here.
It is definitely better for me to be based in the DR. There I can communicate with the kids at the orphanage. They have me assigned to the house of boys aged 8-10. We have been telling lots of jokes, dancing to Michael Jackson and having karate fights. Good fun. I've also been able to play some basketball with some of the older kids.
It is really time to nap now. Take care.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Long drive to Haiti
Almost as soon as I got to the home here in the DR I was asked if I wanted to leave in 1 hour for the 10 hour drive to Port au Prince. Luckily, I was not needed and did not go. The convoys for Haiti generally leave at midnight. But, the next night another convoy was leaving and I was driving. It looks like that will be my main job, driving people and supplies to and from Haiti.
The drive is very tough. There are really bad stretches of road, the drivers are very aggresive and lanes mean nothing. I got to nap a little before our midnight departure. It ended up taking 8.5 hours. I was at NPH's hospital helping or trying to rest for 5 hours then turned around and drove back 9 hours. I think I may have gotten 20 minutes of napping in at the hospital. When we got back at 11pm the same day I was exhausted. That was last night. My brain is still a little fried from the trip. I am back on the road tomorrow at midnight.
Martin, a man from the German NPH support organization, rode with me and took some good photos. I will upload them in the morning and tell you about my 5 hours in Haiti. Martin could not help drive but I was very grateful to have him along. When I got tired we played 20 questions. One of the people I chose for him to guess was David Hasselhoff. Hahaha. I love teasing Germans about the Hoff. I will never understand it but they love him!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Great news
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I'm not sure what to expect, but I contacted them, and they need assistance. So, I'm going and hope to bring as many supplies, medical and otherwise, as I can. I will be using this blog to let everyone know about my experiences down there. So, keep checking in.
Right now I have got a small, but great crew of people helping to raise money and much needed supplies. If you live close and would like to contribute any of the needed items let me know. You can donate money directly to the NPH Haiti fund via there website nph.org. Or, if you catch me before I go you can donate to me to help pay the costs of bringing supplies over.
NPH - Nuestros Pequenos Hermanos (Our Little Brothers and Sisters) - is an international organization with orphanages throughout Latin America. I first learned of NPH in 1999 when I was volunteering at a mission next door to their Nicaragua home. I began working at the NPH home in 2000 and continued visiting and volunteering until 2005.
NPH’s 50 plus years of dedication to helping orphaned and abandoned children, as well as those from families with severe hardships has impressed me immensely. As soon as I heard about the earthquake I remembered that NPH had a home there. As events unfolded I followed the news from Haiti and the Dominican Republic through the NPH website.
The initial stories were tragic. There were reports of collapsed buildings and deaths of volunteers and staff. Fortunately, the orphanage building did not fall and all the kids survived. But the NPH center with volunteer housing, admin offices, and a school completely collapsed. The children’s hospital, run by NPH, sustained minor damages and became a major trauma center. Teams of medical staff (many, volunteers from other countries) were performing around the clock operations in three separate operating rooms.
Just reading the stories was so overwhelming. I could not imagine what the people who are there were going through. And, at the same time, I was so inspired by what they were able to accomplish with so few resources in such a desperate situation.
So I'm heading there Thursday, and I'd love your help. Please give if you can. It all makes a big difference down there.
Thanks,
Colin