This little baby came into clinic last week. He name is Blanco. He was burned badly when his house caught on fire in the early morning hours. They lost everthing. The mother had to borrow clothes to find something to wear to carry her burnt child down to the clinic. She had to walk many, many miles. While she was walking Blanco was crying and in lots of pain. His body was in shock. They arrived here late morning. The mother was totally wore out from walking, losing her home and not knowing if her child would live. She had another lady with her that had carried some beans down to try and sell to get a little money to eat. This is just to much. We saw right away that it was a bad burn. The skin under his chin and neck were bascially fried. Burnt to the fat and muscle. We ran around found blanket, clothes, sheets and anything else that we thought they might need. We had a staff member take them in to the Doctor’s Without Borders Hospital in Port-au-Prince. They have a place there that treated burns. Unbelievable heartache. Unbelieveavle pain.
The hospital and mother began calling early this morning on Lori’s cell phone. Blanco died. The mother did not know how to get on a tap-tap to get back to Cazale. Bless her Jesus! She trusted us to get her someplace to help her. She had no idea where she was at or how to get back home. A staff member just went yesterday to see her and check on the child. We sent a staff member in right away to get her. They met in front of the hospital. The child was in a card board box. The staff member carried the box and brought them both back to Cazale. They mom stayed for awhile and then just wanted to get home. She had to walk many hours to get back to her village to tell her family that Blanco had died. She had to return to her burnt house with no child.
Psalm 31:8-10 (Amplified Bible)
8And You have not given me into the hand of the enemy; You have set my feet in a broad place.
9Have mercy and be gracious unto me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; with grief my eye is weakened, also my inner self and my body.
10For my life is spent with sorrow and my years with sighing; my strength has failed because of my iniquity, and even my bones have wasted away
Sòm 31:8-11 (Haitian Creole Version)
7(31:8) M’ap kontan, m’ap fè fèt, paske ou renmen m’. Ou wè jan m’ap soufri, ou konnen nan ki pwoblèm mwen ye.
8(31:9) Ou pa kite lènmi m’ yo mete men sou mwen, ou mete m’ yon kote pou anyen pa rive m’.
9¶ (31:10) Gen pitye pou mwen, Seyè, paske mwen anba tray. Figi m’ fin rale, mwen kagou. Kò m’ ap fin deperi afòs mwen gen lapenn.
10(31:11) Mwen pase tout lavi m’ ap soufri, se tout tan m’ap plenn. Mwen santi m’ap febli paske mwen fè twòp move bagay. Tout zo nan kò m’ ap fè m’ mal.
The Creole Version is so powerful. Nou pap bliye ou Blanco! Rete nan men Bondye a ou pap soufri anko. Nap we yon jou!