The young men of Haiti wear T- shirts....but have no idea ( I 'm sure) of what the are announcing on their chest. There is every conceivable slogan and saying ( in English) music groups like the Doors and oldfoot ball and team jerseys , shirts with sponsor names on it like The Dental Group of Greensboro, and old sayings like Good Morning VietNam. IT became a game with me.....even till the last day I never saw what I was looking for.............
but no WVU or Steelers to be found,
Madame Le Joi is the grandmother figure of the orphanage. Not sure her age but I doubt she's even in her 50's but she looks so much older as most do. She looks after the only infant 9 month old Steven. She is different too in the fact she is overwieght. I noticed each time I wore a new outfit she looked and smiled. So when I gave her all of me Haiti outfits the morning I left she seemed most grateful. A while later when getting in the truck on route to the airport...I looked back once more at the place I called home for the last week and on the porch waving and smiling, wearing my pink Walmart dress was Madame La Joi.
On route to Ans Rouge a five hour trip through the coastal towns over what I will now refer to as Barney Rubble territory some thing amazing happened. About halfway through our journey after going past the group grave site of the 500,000 people who died during the earthquake, driving through one dusty poverty shanty town after another, passing Mack trucks going incredible speeds I thought would surely knock us off the road, the ocean appeared and I closed my eyes...I didn't want to see any more sadness ...and when I looked once again at the ocean the sun glinsened...I couldn't believe what I saw..a flock of beautiful wild flamingos pink and delicate....there is beauty here
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