I’ve been skipping out about writing about very significant differences. I feel like once you say something once, there’s no reason to repeat yourself, but I think I need to.
We put toothbrushes, deodorants and soaps in the children’s school bags. Everybody seems so excited to receive these seemingly small things, but I guess when you do not have the opportunity to wash every day, everything counts. Watching children run for new shoes was such a blessing. Even parents were asking me for shoes, medicine and supplies. Pregnant mothers needed formulas and baby foods, and I was glad that we had so much to give.
I’ve been without my phone now for almost two days. It died and there’s literally no power. The generator broke and at night, the village blacks out. People sit outside and talk or listen to music. There’s not much to do except enjoy each other’s company really. I’ve never felt so detached from my life back home then in these past couple of days. No power. No internet. No way to communicate. It was almost kind of refreshing to not be able to check in with my world. No social media. Nothing. That’s probably why everybody in Haiti can sing. They take the time to bond and to practice. I really love how people come together to worship, to pray and to sing. There’s probably one song that most Americans know, and that’s the national anthem, but here, it seems as if everybody knows the same Haitian songs and they band together when it’s time.