The blog has been quiet for a few days. There wasn’t much going on in the latter half of last week. Actually, Friday was Flag Day here so it was a day off for everyone. We kept forgetting that it was a long weekend, but remembered Wednesday night at dinner and let out a sigh of relief. Some weeks just need to end faster than others. Aside from trying to get stuff organized for the unexpected trip to Chicago Chris was also trying to figure out what to do with one of our employees and dealing with other mission stuff that comes up naturally in a day.
We spent a good amount of time relaxing this weekend which was nice. We did visit with friends too which was also a treat. The big excitement came yesterday afternoon.
Yesterday we had a missionary meeting in St. Marc. On the way home we had an unfortunate encounter with a horse. We were in Richard and Bev’s van and a horse came running across the road. We didn’t have time to fully stop, though Richard tried. We hit the horse and it’s head smashed the windshield. Thankfully no one was hurt. It’s amazing to watch something like that from a few feet back (Bev and I were sitting in the back seat with the guys up front) and to think things like, “My husband is going to get hit by a horse!” The horse had it’s Haitian saddle and market baskets on so it basically bounced off the van, scrambled a bit, got up and wandered back to the side of the road where it found something to munch on, all like nothing had happened. Hello! You just got hit by a car! Of course people came out of no where to see what was going on. My favorite was the big woman at the house by the road that started calling everyone she knew on her cell phone to tell them about the whites in the car that hit the horse. And, of course, the horse owner was no where to be found. We’re actually pretty sure that he was right there, but he didn’t want to admit it because he was totally in the wrong. The horse was not tied up and just wandering around freely, like most Haitian animals. The thing that got me was that after the accident when everyone came over, not one single person grabbed the rope of that horse to tie it up where it couldn’t go on the road again. Why? Because if they touched the rope everyone would accuse them of being responsible for the accident rather than thinking ahead and trying to prevent another one. Things are so backwards here sometimes! I don’t have pictures yet, they’re on their way from the other missionaries that stopped to see if things were okay. When I get them I’ll post them.