Haiti Day 3

Day three was a day on the road, very bumpy roads. When we first left the guest house we went to the home of Daniel Gourdet, a retired missionary who has a house in Haiti. It is a very nice house with four bedrooms and a very lovely yard. While we were there we were served some coconut from his tree which we drank right from the shell. He had also picked some limes off his tree for us to enjoy later. Daniel explained they were going to sell the house because he has two houses one in Haiti and one in Indianapolis and he is getting to the age where he can not maintain two houses. Plus all their children live in the states. When we went to Conaspeh we headed right out to deliver some of the clothes we brought. We went down some of the worst streets I have even been on first we turned and climbed a steep hill up to a church and school. We brought school supplies and met the pastor and the director of the school. One young lady in the office was also introduced to us and we learned she was the only nursing student to make it out of the Conaspeh building alive. Patrick explained to us she had several serious problems and now she is doing much better and is back to normal. All I could think was what a couragous young lady who went through all she went through and now is going back to finish her last year of nurses training.

From there we went to one of the tent cities and we stopped by a church and school that was in a tent. the tent was made out of blue and gray tarp material stamped with US Aid on the side. Nailed to a wooden frame we noticed it was like a sauna in there. The sun was shining outside and it was close to 90 degrees if not hotter but it was about 20 degrees hotter in the tent. But the children were all in uniforms and neatly pressed and clean. We then went to the shool directors tent who wasjust a couple of tents away. Dirt floorvery small and also very hot. He then showed us the pastor's tent who had died just three days ago at the age of 72. We took school supplies and left some clothes at the tent school. Back up the hill Patrick pointed out to us the church site which was now nothing but a pile of rubble.

We then headed for Petionville for a little shopping and we were looking for a specific painting which another pastor had requested. We found our painting and got some other trinkets and they were still bugging me but I pulled out a necklace I had made from glass and asked him if he wanted to buy that from me. He wanted to trade me a flag for it. But I told him it was worth a lot more.

After lunch at Domino's Pizza we headed back, I was scheduled to teach my class at two and we got there a little late. Frenaud was there and on time and we started. I enjoyed asnwering the questions from the students and hearing the things they had to say about the parables we were discussing. After the class I met Frenaud's brother George. I explained to Frenaud we would not be able to go to his house and meet the rest of his family. I paid Frenaud for translating for me, he did a great job with alot of expression.

Back to walls in a pouring rain took about an hour traffic was a mess. But we had great conversation and a good nights sleep