
Its been a little too long since I have posted to my blog. Mostly because I have been so very busy with team activity almost continuous since I last wrote.

Laughter is important. It is positive energy, a powerful source of strength. I try to laugh everyday. Usually it’s at myself when I cannot properly communicate something and it doesn’t turn out exactly as it was meant. Gracie makes me laugh. I laugh with friends. I laugh watching “Modern Family” TV series.
Sometimes when things seem the darkest, allowing a memory to bring laughter to your heart is all that is needed to take the next step.
Some people are amazed that I have been here 2 years – today actually . People have asked me how can I stand to be here that long. How do you deal with the hardship? How do deal with the sadness.? The garbage? The rubble? Doesn’t it get to you that nothing changes? And lots of other negative things.
First, I am amazed that it has been two years. Second, there have been a lot of changes. Thirdly, you can’t dwell on the big picture, can’t look at only the negative. It takes too much energy. Two years later all is not sad. This is not to say that there isn’t sad times, bad things that happen, or that its not hard work. There is still a lot of work to do. T We just have to pick our moments.
Thursday night my friend Noel and his wife Carmel had a baby girl. Their daughter Francesca is 10 yrs old. She has been wanting a baby brother or sister for a long time. After the earthquake, Francesca was trapped for 3 days in the rubble of Twins Market. When Noel finally heard her voice under all that cement, he stayed with her for 3 days until he could get help to get her out. Its hard for him to talk about and he doesn’t like to talk about it. He and his wife also took in 5 children whose parents were killed in the earthquake. He works hard to take care of his family, never asks me for more. He of course has worries how he will provide for these children but does not complain that he was given additional burden. I remember the morning he told me his wife was pregnant. We were driving along and he started laughing. He said he had a good joke for me. For several weeks, Carmel had been feeling sick and had gone to the doctors. Since they had given up hope of having another baby, they were very surprised at the news. Now he laughed and said Francesca is so happy. We made jokes and laughed about it.
Noel likes jokes and likes to laugh. It gives him strength. I know the challenges that lay ahead for him but I’m happy for him and Carmel and Francesca. They have love and laughter in their hearts again.
Today Fiona and I picked up the Minnesota team at the airport. ( Most of the tents have been removed – another good sign).
Waiting for the team to come out of the airport we talked with the some of the guys waiting to help people with the luggage, we watched them as they goofed around with each other, arguing and laughing and just generally horsing around while they waited, hoping someone will allow them to help with the luggage and the supplies piled high on carts. We laughed with them and laughed at the people coming through the doors to be greeted by this chaos that surrounded them. Oh, I do remember that first time I came out and experienced the same thing but now its just very amusing. These men have at least come to recognize me and greet me sweetly. I’ve learned some of their stories of that fateful day. I’ve seen some of the changes in their faces since those early days when I was going to airport to pick up people. They are finding strength in their camaraderie, their jokes and horsing around.
Tears wash away the dirt of sorrow, but laughter gets you through the day. Today I will laugh.
Al ceremoniously adds a shovel of cement...Last night Andy and I made a lemon meringue pie. I love lemon pie, but they do not have lemons in Haiti; they do have lemon flavored instant pudding. Sometimes you use what you have. We also didn’t have a pie plate- they don’t make pies in Haiti. Andy made a mean looking piecrust. And I actually mean it literally! It kind of melted off the side of the pan (which was a skillet). We were cracking up laughing but in the end in didn’t look too bad. We also got a new (temporary) cook and it was her first evening with us. I’m pretty sure she thought we were a little crazy, however, in the end she said our pie was very good.

We attended our first Special Olympics event on Monday held in Ganthier, about an hour east of Port au Prince. With much excitement, we invited 3 of our spinal cord injured friends to attend with us. Andy and I went to Rebo’s (coffee shop) and purchased deli sandwiches and juice for a ‘picnic’ lunch.
Upon arrival, our first mission was to determine accessibility and searched for a toilet… over a cement barrier, up 3 steps, 100 yards up a rubbled pathway, lift the wheelchair up a 2 foot step, down a narrow walkway to discover the ‘toilets . Funded with money from our own tax dollars. The picture says it all.
After the usual opening speeches, we expected the games to begin….but while we waited we visited with Madam Lucille Charles (a nurse and lawyer and the President of the Haitian Nurses Association) and with Mr Jean Sanon Chevalier (President of the Special Olympics and Paralympiques and former / original Haitian board member of HHH.
Unfortunately, it was not very well organized and few events – a pick up game of wheelchair basketball, a ping pong game and a couple of amputee foot races later our friends we ready to leave. As there were well over 100 disabled children and young adults in attendance all I could think about was planning next years Olympics! Our picnic didn’t happen either.
I woke to the sounds of workers below my house as they arrived to work about 7 a.m. What was I dreaming about…..oh George Clooney. I think I was in some sort of action movie…we were driving – rather weaving in and out of very fast traffic. Hmmm, not sure why it was George Clooney but then again why not.
The plans for the day included usual stop at the market but first a trip to the Iron Market – Mache Faire or Hippolyte. This is a big market, rebuilt by Digicel since the earthquake and is full of aisle of artisans and crafts for sale. There are 2 sides as you drive into the parking lot. On the left is a food market and on the right crafts.
But first we had to get there. Jorel was our driver and we attempted to tell him where we wanted to go. I say attempted because as we drove downtown and he pointed to a grocery store. No, we didn’t want that market, we wanted the iron market, you know the one you took Jeff R and Ti Chat to. For the next 15 minutes, we drove past the National Palais and in circles until the next stop was a museum (closed). No Jorel, the big Iron Market where all the artists are. I made a call to Noel, another trip around downtown, another call to Noel and then a call to Antonio. “Please help us explain to Jorel where we want to go. Thank you.” An AHA moment later, we were on our way through a crowded market street.
I have not been to the Iron Market before. I’d heard it was crowded, dark, and sellers aggressive. However, I’d been told since it was rebuilt it was much better. Fiona had gone down one day when I was on vacation this summer and quite liked it. As we entered a man greeted us in English. His name was Ti Jean. He said he would help us get good prices. Well at least he was very pleasant and helped us when we needed communication assistance and answered our questions. We walked aisle after aisle finding just the right things to buy. My intention was to purchase some Christmas presents. And I did, so I cannot describe them just now. But I was also very attracted to a large painting asking price $500 USD. Not happening. Its very good to have limited funds…I could have, probably would have bought a couple of paintings. Those of you that have been reading my blog since the beginning may remember the first ‘pet’ I had in Haiti. A small turtle- toti- that I was given by Ti Chat. The turtle came from the Iron market for $1. We saw more turtles of all different sizes but I refrained from buying one (at least this trip) as I’ve not had particularly good luck with turtles in terms of keeping them alive. I thought turtles were supposed to live a very long time. Well, mine didn’t. Half of the market is all kinds of art; the other half is filled with an assortment of voudou potions, lotions, icons, idols and flags. Whatever you made need, you can find. Quite fascinating really. People were kind, friendly, helpfull for the most part. A few ignored us but no one was really aggressive. We finished our ‘tour’ of the market and as we wove our way back through, making our purchases. I did purchase the painting for a substantially lower price of 4000 gds instead of 20000 gds. (sounds like a better deal when written in terms of gourdes vs. USD.)
Andy bought supplies to make a pie tomorrow. Fiona bought basketballs for the Wheelchair basketball team and Sandra bought a few snacks and I bought some spinach and artichoke dip and a baguette for our lunch.
On the way home, we cheered the fact that 22 months after the earthquake, a car that was smashed in the earthquake had finally been removed. It was a reminder every time that we drove past. Oh I’m sure many cars were smashed and I’ve seen them in yards and roadsides but for some reason, that this one is now gone is some how symbolic that everyday changes are happening in the city. News people often report that after year and a half, nothing has changed. I guess it is all in the reporting and what sells. Of course there are changes. Small and big, subtle and in your face changes. Haiti has a new Prime Minister this week. Finally. Maybe, just maybe, we will see more in your face changes.

Where are you from?
I’m from Les Cayes; it’s in the South of Haiti and the third city of the county.
I’ve been working as Radio Announcer since I was 14; I worked as an operator of data for the Organization of American States, translator for Healing Hands for Haiti and Administrative Assistant for the United Nations in Haiti.
Portland, OR - USA
What are you doing?
In school double majoring in Business Management and Law
To take more classes and done with my AA degrees by winter term and finish writing my first book to have it published by summer 2012.
I’m hoping to get some more education and explore possibilities that I can bring back to my country. I will focus on doing business especially international trading with Haiti and other countries especially the US. This will create jobs and help many families to be able to send their children to school. I will also focus on education by looking for way to create a college or university like those in the US. I also have desire to run for office in the future, who knows.
In 10 years?
In five years, I’ll be working hard to reach my goals. Finding my ways and start my projects.
In 10 years, I see myself as a very successful business and entrepreneur, an instructor and a humble citizen who’s giving back to his community.
How do you like Portland?
I love Portland and it will always be my second home.
How does it compare with Haiti?
Portland is very different from Haiti but in some aspect, they’re similar. PDX is a quiet town and in some ways it reminds me Les Cayes. It has a lot of great things to explore and the people around here are very friendly. The trees in Portland remind me of the south of Haiti and Roses parade reminds me of carnival or Haitian flag day.
I miss the culture a lot, the people and my family.
The education here is very good. Portland is a very clean city and the pollution is totally inferior comparing to many places that I have been.
I will miss my second family who’s in Portland. I’ll miss the clean fresh air and all the fun and crazy times (Don’t even want to mention what they are, lol)
It will probably be Italy especially Venice. I love the Italian culture, the way they dress and the language which I hope to learn in the near future.
I would choose my hometown Les Cayes. It’s a quiet city and there’s a lot that can be done in tern of business and investments. It has many opportunities for economic growth and development for the country.
I love Haitian food of course but I really enjoy Italian food around here
With no offence, I don’t really like Vietnamese food, at least the ones I have tried.
Reading, writing, basketball, soccer and going to the gym
I’m just what they see. I like going straight to the point. I respect everyone but I’m afraid of no one.
I’m proud of where I come from and my experiences in life because they help me grow with a better perspective about life especially not to take things for granted.
Wyclef or Sweet Mickey? Wyclef
Favorite non-Haitian music? RnB
Favorite Haitian music? Pou Haiti (Nou 2)
Carnival or Rose Parade Carnival? Carnival
It would be my father for the man he was. I’m who I’m just because of him. With his life, he motivates me to always try to do better and never forget where I come from.
“The only time you should look down on a person is when you are helping them get up” - Jessie Jackson
Black but I generally have no preference as soon as it looks good on me.
That’s a hard one, lol… I would say it’s kind of a mix of Haitian, French, Italian and American style.
If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it first, second and third?
1. Keep going to school and give that same opportunity to my siblings
2. Start my business to create jobs in my country and help my family as well
3. Open a language institute for kids in my hometown les Cayes
I think the most important thing we need for right now to start investing in the youth of this country. We need to educate our children because they represent the future of this nation.
Thank you for answering these questions. Please feel free to add any information that readers would find interesting; thoughts you would like to share.
You are very welcome. Respekte!