The House of Blessings is a children's home located in the mountainous, rural village of Callebasse, Haiti. Established since 1986, the House of Blessings exists to meet the wholistic needs of the children in a loving, Christian environment. The House of Blessing operates like a group home, having a staff and house parents to help care for the children.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

November 12,2005

I thought that I would have gotten around to this before now. My intention for this blog was so I could give others a peek into our lives here in Haiti. Any how, this is my first try, so here it goes.

Today, (Saturday) we had planned to do our usual drive down to Port-Au-Prince, work at the mail center, pick up our mail and head home. Lonnie was already down and we had agreed to meet at the mail center office of Agape Flights. I decided to leave the house a half an hour early so I could purchase some ink cartridges for our printer. I was feeling pretty good about myself and the fact that I was ahead of schedule. My self pride was short lived as I ran into a road block only 20 minutes into my 50 minute trip. A large sand truck had been in an accident towards the bottom of the mountain and was blocking the down side traffic. My extra half an hour turned into my being late by half an hour and I never got to the office supply store! Lonnie was happy to see me because she was starting to worry and my cell phone had run out of time so she could not contact me. We did our work at the mail center but while there we saw a young man that we have seen outside the office for many years. He is a young man that has grown up on the streets of Port-Au-Prince and we have, as many do attempted to help him over the years with food, money for housing, medicine, etc. He has always been very polite and helps people with their packages, opening car doors, those sort of things. In the past year his health has slowly deteriorated and my gues would be that he has AIDS but I am no Doctor. Lonnie felt that she should sit down and talk to him so she took some time with him, listened to him and had prayer with him. As we drove away she said she felt this might be the last time we see him. He cannot be more than 25 years old.

We headed back up the mountain to try and meet some friends that wanted to see the Orphanage. As we headed back up the mountain we once again were trying to beat the clock as David wanted to use the car to attend a youth meeting in town and then go to see some friends. As we rounded the corner about half way back to our house guess what?? Another truck! Its nose was smack dab in the middle of our road and it was not moving! We called David to let him know and then bought a coke from the lady sitting nearby with her cooler. The crowd around the truck and its driver grew as everyone came to take a look and give their advice. By the time we had finished drinking our cokes we knew that this truck was not moving anytime soon. About that time David showed up on his motorcycle and we asked hi if he knew the back roads which he did. So, we had to back track about 12 minutes and get on the back road to our house. By the time we got home it was too late for Daivid to go anywhere and we were hot and tired! Not every day is like this but almost every day is an adventure,. Peace - Phil