Another day delivering water to thirsty families complete. As the children ran up to the tap tap, they seemed a little bit more rambunctious today than the previous water truck day. I stepped off of the truck and was completely overwhelmed by the amount of children yelling “Hey, you! Hey, you!” and raising their arms up, wishing to be held. There was so much yelling, crying, laughing, and screaming going on, and the kids pulling at my arms, legs, and shirt, I was almost pulled to the sewage filled ground. I thought that as time went on, seeing their dirty little faces may become easier, but I was very wrong.
So far, this trip has been nothing but eye opening to another side of life us fortunate ones don’t get to see. Seeing children running around with either just a shirt, pants, shoes, or underwear, but sometimes absolutely nothing, doesn’t sit too well when compared to, for example, my baby sister who has enough clothes to last her until she’s four, and all of the toys a little girl could ever want. Water truck days allow us to see the difference between our “perfect lives” in America, and these families living on the streets. They allow our eyes to be opened to God’s mercy for these people, and help us to share His love and word.
A nice end to our crazy day, our team relaxed with dinner at Pizza Amour. This restaurant is owned by an American missionary family who lives in Haiti and has opened their home to the public. We sat at a long, wooden table, with white lights hanging from the roof, underneath a huge tree. The pizza was very delicious, by the way! Also, we were accompanied by Brunet, one of the men who stays with us throughout the day. He shared with us a little bit about his family, so our team was able to get to know him a little bit more.
I’m still absolutely loving Haiti and can’t believe this week is almost over!
-Kiana K
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