The Exodus

When we woke up this morning our goal was to continue slogging through the many emails and blog comments and see if we could get our bearings a bit and consume some caffeine so that maybe we looked a bit more awake. We wanted to be back to work as usual because we know that’s the best use of our time now that aid groups are flying in and using the resources they have.

We had a meeting with our staff this morning to just talk through what they experienced yesterday. They had already been discussing things amongst themselves which was good. We know that our response to death and the approach that people have here is much different. I think they’re more accepting of it in a way because they see it as a fact of life. Many have family members that are constantly sick and many have lost loved ones throughout life to disease, etc. We have different resources available. Resources like breathing machines if our lungs fail, or machines that can pump our hearts. We can essentially control death in many ways in our western culture. When you take that control away there is a different acceptance of things. As we talked we saw our workers matter of factly share that they had lost people or hadn’t heard from family. They would wait, but then just go on with what they had to do that day as well.

One thing that one of our workers shared was that she had really been thinking about how God spared our staff on Tuesday. They had gone to Port au Prince with a load of filters to deliver up by Delmas 75, but returned home early because they had forgotten needed supplies to install all of them. They were planning on returning today to do the rest of the installations. If they hadn’t forgotten the supplies they would have continued on. As it was they left about half an hour before the quake hit. We are SO grateful. If the had been stuck there we would have had no way of knowing exactly where they were or anything like that.

During our conversation we talked about what our role was in things now. Everyone was happy they had gone to help out yesterday. They knew they had made a difference. We know that things are not in a place where we can continue installing filters, but our workers wanted to do something to be helping out. It was decided that we would go to St. Marc to buy as much bagged water as we could put in our biggest truck, and some bread to hand out to the people that had been displaced. I decided I would go with a couple others because I wanted to understand. I’ve been watching things online and hearing Chris recount, but that is only part of it.

I went into St. Marc with Jean, our project manager, and his cousin Jackson. Jackson volunteered to go because he wanted to help people and Jean thought it was important that he experience that to understand so he could tell others in our area how things are. I think many people out our way are removed enough that it’s hard for them to truly understand. They don’t have television access, and the phones were down. Until this morning our workers hadn’t even seen a picture of the National Palace in it’s crumbled state. When we told them it was “kraze net” – totally broken, they didn’t believe us. I pulled up a picture online and they were left open mouthed. Pretty much the same reaction we had on Tuesday night.

We had to go to three places to buy enough water to fill the truck. The little sachets are sold in bigger sacks. Each sack holds 60 sachets. We bought 200 sacks – 12,000 sachets of water. And 300 pieces of bread. We tarped everything and headed into Port.

I like being the passenger in the truck because I get to see things that are hard to notice when you’re trying to drive and not get broadsided by a bus. One thing that we noticed very quickly is that every vehicle that passed us was loaded to more than maximum capacity with people. People were leaving Port au Prince en mas, taking whatever means possible. Every tap tap was full. Every bus was full. People were packed in worse than cattle. Men were sitting along the top rails of the sides on big transport trucks front to back, packed in like Pringles. Even dump trucks were full. Any vehicle heading north was full. Vehicles heading south into the city were either about half full or carrying supplies. Those that did have people had people that were most likely going in to get family members to bring back to the provinces.

I had been trying to prepare myself for what I would see in Port, but also knew that 24 hours later can change things. We came into Bon Repos, and then had to do some detouring through Santos because we forgot the bridge in Bon Repos was closed. Traffic was tight. People coming out and things not moving fast going in. There were massive line ups at every gas station, both vehicles and lines of people trying to fill gallon jugs. Even in our area gas and diesel are already in limited supply.

Everywhere we went there were people walking with whatever personal possessions they could carry, and that was it. In one particular area we got stopped for a while and watched several police and aid vehicles go by. Their contents were grim but the dead were respectfully covered by whatever means available. Caskets went by on tap taps and I saw people on the side of the road making simple wooden coffins. In parts of town a sickly sweet smell filled my nose and I realized that’s what death must smell like.

I didn’t go into the area that Chris was in with our staff yesterday and I know that what I saw was the least of the worst, so to speak, but there were walls down and parts of buildings collapsed around us. We decided to take the water to where people were camping out, generally in whatever open areas they could find, under covers made from nothing but sticks and whatever large pieces of fabric or tarps could be found.

I was trying to prepare myself for what we would encounter when we started handing out water. In situations like this there are two types of people. There are those that are grateful for what they can find or are given and are often humble. There are others who in that state of need feel that they have to take more than they need because they might not ever have again. We encountered both today and it was difficult and frustrating. After handing out bread from the truck in a giant, open former sports arena now turned refuge camp the only thing Jean could say as we drove away was, “It’s so hard to help.” His point was that sometimes the very people you are trying to help make it difficult for themselves and others. Jackson and I looked at our hands that were scratched and bleeding from being mauled and it made me sad. I was sad because I saw the desperation in the eyes of some of the kids that so badly just wanted one piece of bread, but had to fight those that felt they needed to take everything they could. I tried my best to try and connect one piece of bread with one hand at a time to make sure it got spread around, but it was hard. So very hard.

As we headed home we stopped at the bus station and loaded up the truck with people headed out of the city. When Jean got in to start driving he said that people kept trying to give him money for gas and when he refused they were so surprised. As we stopped in various places along the road home to drop people off the gratitude that they shared made the whole day worth it. Some you could see the burden lifted off their shoulders.

When we got home Jean and I talked for a minute and both agreed that we were happy we could help people, but it would have been more effective if done through a point person, which was hard to set up on short notice. We know that with aid teams and supplies arriving we are best used when we can do what we do well, which is building filters. We will keep our focus there and continue working with other communities, and when it’s possible for us to go back into Port au Prince we will. We have been here for years and we know that the relief efforts will stop at some point and that’s when we come in and work with people long term to build a life for themselves, or in this case, rebuild.

Before I say good night I just want to say thank you for all the wonderful encouragement you have sent our way through the comments. We’ve both been reading each and every one and it means the world to us. We’re overwhelmed with all the attention we’ve gotten because we’re just two ordinary people. Heck, I come from Armstrong, BC! Chris always says there’s nothing there but cows and cheese. Thank you for all your kind words, thoughts and prayers. While I was in Port today I got to see some other missionaries and they are tired. But they are pressing on. Please be praying for everyone on the ground here. As aide workers arrive they will be witnessing things that are unspeakable and dealing with the frustrations of working in a country with no infrastructure.

Before I start babbling more about how entertaining it is to watch Chris sit at his desk with his arms in the air to see if it is in fact another tremor that he’s feeling or just the vibration of us typing I’ll sign off.

Good night world.

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About Leslie

I'm Leslie. Wife. Mother. Missionary. In the day to day my husband and I are responsible for running Clean Water for Haiti, a humanitarian mission that builds and distributes water filters to Haitian families. Living in Haiti full time provides lots of stories, and as I tell my husband, our grandkids probably won't believe most of them. Maybe writing them down will give me some credibility.

16 thoughts on “The Exodus

  1. So glad that u guys are ok Les. I can just imagine seeing the aftermath. My heart goes out to Chris with dealing with all he witnessed. He read the post about the girl that didn’t make it. But he has to remember that he did save one girl. And to her, without Chris she might not have made it. He’s a hero! And always will be :) just keep your head lifted and know that God never gives you anything to deal with that you cannot handle. You are both strong and I know that you will continue to do Gods work the best way you know how. Praying for you both, and Olivia as well.

  2. God Bless each and every one of you!!! We feel so helpless here watching the desperation build with every hour that passes. I can’t even begin to imagine the magnitude of this situation. Coming from a local fire department here at home I wish Haiti was closer so I could lend a hand. Sending cash donations seems so trivial but that is what I am able to do from here- besides praying for those people who have been injured, lost their families & homes, as well as for those who gone on to a better place-no pain or suffering… I also pray for everyone who is able to help in any way. Last night at dinner my 3 year old grand-daughter said that she was sick of her supper and didn’t want to eat, I explained to her how there were many little children in Haiti that would love to have her dinner because they had no food, water, power, homes, some lost their mommy & daddys’…….she was saddened -I know she is young but she is smart and understood what I was saying. Tonight at dinner she explained to her daddy about the poor little kids that didn’t have food or water over in Haiti.
    Please keep up the good work!!!!

  3. You are exactly right to press on with your mission. The aid will stop and the need for your work will be needed more than ever. Hang in there, both of you.

  4. It was a wonderful thing you did today. I’m surprised you saw aid workers and police. Reporters from Fox News in Port say they have seen neither. I guess the airport only got fully operational this evening, so aid has been slow arriving.

    I think you are right to stay out of Port for a while. Soon money will mean nothing there. Water will be the currency. As people get more desperate for water violence is inevitable I’m afraid. Authorities are already advising aid convoys to take security with them.

    It’s heart breaking really. As you learned today, sometimes it’s hard to help. Desperate people will do desperate things. Stay safe.

    Chris, I was thinking about your actions the first day and I am really impressed. In a crisis, I usually go into ‘take action’ mode and God ceases to be at the forefront of my thoughts. That’s always a mistake for me.

    You didn’t do that. You continued to seek him in the middle of the storm and encouraged others to do the same. That is no small demonstration of spiritual maturity.

    I don’t know if Jacquelin was a believer or not. Maybe you don’t either. But whether she was or not, there was no better way for her mind to spend it’s last hours on earth than in seeking God. You did for her the very best thing that anyone could do for her in that situation. Well done good and faithful servant.

    If there is any good that can come of this (and from Rom 8:28 we know there is), it’s that word is spreading about your ministry in Haiti. My blog alone had 60 new readers in the last 24 hours because of your story. I’m sure that’s just a fraction of the people learning about CWH for the first time.

    -Wayne

  5. Chris and Leslie,
    Edification does not begin to cover what you’ve given me tonight. A famous Catholic bloggeress, TheAnchoressOnline mentioned your post by a link. I’m hooked. I read on her blog that Catholic Relief Services has been pulling in $200,000 per hour in aid. Imagine what other charities are receiving. Its a bit of hope in this dark disaster. This means that when the ability to get it there is improved that and many other relief groups will be flooding in. I can’t wait until they do. We’ve been praying around the clock for you all. And will continue. You are not alone tho’ it may feel that way. I know you can’t outgive God and so, I am glad His richest blessings, seen and unseen, will be yours. Looking forward to meeting you both in heaven, one fine day.
    Your sister in Christ,
    Frances in earthquake country, CA

  6. YOU GUYS ARE DOING A GREAT JOB FOR THE HAITIAN PEOPLE AND I AM HAPPY THAT THE WORLD IS PUTTING THEIR HANDS TOGETHER IN AN EFFORT TO HELP THE SITUATION OF HAITIAN PEOPLE.
    I WISH I COULD HAVE ALSO HELP OUT BUT FROM WHAT I HAVE SEEN ON TV AND PICTURES, ONE HAS TO BE REALLY PREPARED MENTALLY TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE THE SITUATION.YOU GUYS ARE HERO’S! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK.

  7. I also found your blog because of Anchoress’ link to you; and I’m very impressed with what I’ve read on your site. It’s heartening to know that people of your calibre and faith are doing such important and worthwhile work. May God richly bless you and sustain you! Especially during this time.

    Prayers are being offered up for you. For all the departed souls, we know that our dear Saviour has mercy without measure. For those who remain and who are in shock and anguish, we ask for this same mercy.

  8. Les and Chris, thankyou for sharing your experience in assisting victims of the quake; I’m at a loss of words….can’t even begin to imagine the devastation you saw as you aided the suffering. God bless you for helping to save lives and giving hope to those waiting for aid. We continue to pray for safety, strength and peace of mind for you, the mission; those who are providing aid, those who have lost loved one and the people of Haiti. We continue to cling to and claim Psalm 91. Keep doing the good work that God has sent you to do.
    Mom Lockhart

  9. I’m always amazed at your strength, wisdom and survival instincts that God has given you to live in this country. I really don’t think just anyone could live there and adapt unless God is calling them there. I have once again taken your updates to our 24/7 house of prayer so we can lift you up at this time. I hope you are feeling those prayers and please know you are on many people’s minds here in the U.S. I feel absolutely guilty sleeping at night on a comfortable bed and having food at my disposal after watching the news and hearing accounts like yours. May you feel a new peace and a spiritual awakening in this land when all the “dust” clears. Our hearts and prayers are with you.

    G.S. from IN

  10. Tom and I (and our daughter Jennifer) read everything you write: you both write exceptionally well…we feel we really get a sense of what it is like for you and our hearts go out to you. We ad
    mire all that you are doing and pray for your safety.

    I am a PEO Sister with Sara…so is Jennifer. And we own and operate Burgerville and wish our company could come down and feed everyone!

    You’ll remain in our prayers.

    Kathy

  11. God Bless you..
    I just found this website and am humbled, enlightened and encouraged despite the incredible sense of helplessness I feel viewing this from the outside. Until this week, I am saddened to admit that I didn’t know anything of the extreme struggles Haiti has faced. And I firmly believe that something good and better will find it’s way planted by ya’ll and so many others that have been diligently working to make a difference for so long.

    I can not even begin to understand the enormity of your pain and struggles. However, I have come to see prayer in a completely new light this week. The phrase “I can only offer prayers” for yall has felt weakened and diluted this week in my heart. Leaving me to feel healpless. Greatfully, now I see the huge importance and overwhelming need to rise up and continue offerring prayers on behalf of yall. Prayer can move mountains. And when two or more believers gather to pray, strength is made and prayers are heard. And the utmost is God can perform miracles. My prayer is that we as a world can collectively gather now and make this right. And that goodness and light can shed upon such tragedy. So many already have the faith there now. I pray that now the resources and funds will come for the good of the people.

    Stay encouraged and know that many are behind you lifting you up in prayer.
    Your efforts are so important. And you have already done so much. May peace, love, and the life changing mercy of God’s cleansing grace be showered upon yall..

    Karyn in Texas

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