This is Peterson below. He came to the clinic this week. He was severely malnourished and sick. He was suffering from many things. But the worst thing was his eyes. Due to lack of vit A he was blind in both his eyes. His left eyeball popped the morning he came into the clinic. He mother told many lies that morning, she laughed at her dying child with his eye ball hanging out. She said “pa fot mwen” It is not my fault. We talked to her for over an hour. Still her words were pa fot mwen. She had a small baby that was maybe 3 or 4 months old. She hit it in front of us because it was crying. She told her little brother that she was going to beat him when they left. Why? He did not walk fast enough for her. She still was saying pa fot mwen. She brought her child when he was almost dead. It was an unbelievable site and one that leaves you feeling strange. She is laughing at her dying child. This is not normal. We admitted Peterson in the RC. We took him into the dressing room to get paper work done. Oh and someone need to remove the eye ball that was hanging out. He was freezing cold and covered in pee. We cleaned him up and Lori removed the eye part that was hanging out. We covered the rest of his eye up with a dressing. His other eye had a large growth on it. He could not shut his eye. So I thought well we will keep him over in the office with us for the day. He could not see he was blind, from lack of vitamins and food. Unbelievable to think of that. He ate some eggs and bananas and drank some water. After a few hours his breathing changed. He was dying. I could not even tell if he was “there” or not. Was he trying to look at us or was he already gone. No one will know. Lori and I took turns holding him until he died that afternoon. I was going to give him a bath like I normally do for the other kids. But both of the beds in the emergency room were full with sick patients. I had to wait several hours to be able to get into the room. Lori got a child breathing that choked on milk. The child was not breathing. She saved its life. Peterson laid on the bed in the office until then. Lori and I went about our activities, puting in IV’s, answering emails, seeing other patients, making schedules. When the room finally became free I went in to bathe him and get him dressed. Making sure to wash his red brittle hair that was falling out. Making sure to clean his nose and ears, making sure to put a clean diaper and power his bum for him. All of this for me of course. Doing this for him now makes no difference. He is in the arms of Jesus. I needed to do something to make the unbelievable tragedy of his life in some way sane. Because what happen to him is insane, wrong and totally crazy. There is nothing that will ever be done to the mother, she will not go to jail, her kids will remain with her. They will not go into foster care or be protected in any way. They will live like this. I will pray that God changes this mother to love her kids. Or that God will place this kids someplace else. It is very hard so very hard to deal with these things everyday. I think I could be back in the USA working and doing normal things like normal people do. I am sure I could find a job here in Haiti, working normal hours and the normal 5 days a week like many other missions do. We could just take in a few kids and run a RC, we could just see a few patients and have a medical clinic. We could just……do all these things that others tell us are enough but all those just could idea are not what God has called us to do. See when you are doing what God has called you to do is when you have a peace that passes all understanding and it then seems so very normal. You have a peace from Him.
This is Steve. His mother was in school and hide from everyone that she was pregnant. They found her in the house with a new baby just after she had given birth. Steve’s grandpa has been trying to take care of him. The mother does not want anything to do with Steve. He is having some problems drinking from the bottle. He little body is stiff and his feet deformed. Grandpa needs a break. He will stay with us and we will do PT with him and see what we can do surgery wise for his feet.
This is Love Bebie. She is 22 months old and weighs 12 pounds 13 ounces. She is severely malnourished and has a 101 fever, diar and vomiting. Her father brought her to the clinic this week along with her twin sister Bebie Love. Her twin is slightly malnourished but not severe. So I asked dad if he would consider separating them for a few months so that Love Bebie can gain some weight. He agreed. They are from the village of Sodo.
Philippians 4:6-9 (The Message)
6-7Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.
8-9Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies