I am writing this blog partially against my will; I mostly didn’t want to touch the computer. I have no desire to be near the technology I have been so attached to back in Canada. I think it is kind of cool how I can come from being in a state where I check Facebook every time I have the chance, or check my phone for a text message that isn’t there to going cold turkey and having no desire to check either of those things, or even be near them.
I am now starting to worry about going home, which is funny because I had no worries about coming here. I am afraid that I will fall back into all of my old habits and that I will treat this experience like a dream. I am also very aware of that fact that I will be homesick when I get back to my “home”. One thing in my life that I have learned is that no matter where I am, I can make it my home and Haiti is no exception. Haiti is now a place that I will forever call home and will certainly return as much as I can.
This place has taken my heart in ways that I never knew was possible. Being here I have learned so much about myself and the world around me that I could never imagine being anywhere else. “Home” seems like a foreign place now, a world that I will have trouble adjusting to; a world of cold, snow and independence.
Today, a group of us went to a Preschool to work with children and make a craft. When we first got there we got to witness the teaching techniques used, and they are so different from what I am used to back in Canada. The teacher was very loud and asked the children to repeat certain phrases (all of which they have memorized and just blabber out without paying attention to their teacher).
We then went up to the front of the classroom and sang them a few songs such as “Jesus Loves Me”, “B-I-B-L-E”, and “Bonjour Mes Amis”. The children also sang us a few songs, it was pretty cute. For the craft we brought them all white t-shirts and paint, we then had them put paint on their hands and place their handprints on the t-shirts. You would think that with a bunch of three year olds this would be a messy craft, but they all sat there and waited for us to place their hands in the paint and then on to the t-shirts and then they all walked over to the basin of water and washed their hands. It was amazing.
After the messy craft we gave out some tambourines and Jon played the guitar while the rest of us sang them some worship songs. We learned very quickly that if the songs weren’t fast we would not keep their attention. We also learned that when there aren’t enough tambourines for everyone, everyone will want one. For the most part the children were willing to share, only two of them actually fought over one.
The last thing we did with the children was colouring. A pretty common activity for children to participate in, right? Not exactly the case here in Haiti. After their teacher told them the story of Zaccheus, we handed out colouring sheets with Zaccheus in the tree as well as crayons. It then became very evident that these children had never seen crayons before. Most of them didn’t reach for them, one decided to eat them. It was so cool to watch them finally pick them and start to colour on the sheets. It was a moment that I never could have imagined. It was beautiful beyond the words I am trying to express, permanently ingrained in my mind.
Haiti is so beautiful.
It’s Adam Taylor. I have been feeling all peaches and gravy since I arrived in Jacmel, Haiti. It seems as though I have grown an immunity to the ‘stomach bug’ thanks to my last trip to Haiti. I am enjoying each and every ride in the back of a pick up truck plus the three meals a day. Although, the hotel is very luxurious, I find it difficult to enjoy its luxuries because of the poverty which it surrounds.
Since the first day of work until now the trip has definitely brought me to be more patient. On that very day I felt quite useless since it felt as there was a shortage of tools, the work was very condensed and there was a split between Haitian workers and the team. The situation left me very irritable that day. Luckily as the week progressed the work shifted around and that wall between us and the Haitian workers broke down letting more work for me and God to do.
Today the team was split into two groups; one went to the preschool and the last went to the work site. I went to the work site with Adam R, Ron D, and Alex where we lifted rocks which happened to come with a side of tarantula. I must have worked really hard today because I was always trying to find them! as we tried to remove the rocks, a couple of bushes managed to grow in our way. My eyes lit up when I found out I was needed to remove them with a machete. It got better near the end of that morning when one of the Haitians sold a machete to me. After lunch the whole team came to the work site where we found twice as many tarantulas compared to this morning. Since Katie is terrified of the things, when a tarantula was on the move I found it was most amusing as she ran down the hill screaming past the Haitian workers (who found it quite amusing as well). Through out the day I found loads of crabs hidden under the rocks. Duane would not let me take 1 home.
Anyway, I am having a great trip so far. Dad, I wish you would have come, it would have made the trip much better than it already is. I could write so much more about my experience but Duane really wants me to get off the computer and go to bed!