Pushing Past Adversity

Haiti Trip; Day Five.

I am haunted by yesterday’s events at Titanyen and sleep will not come to me. The guesthouse I call home is dark and eerily quiet, and while my bunk-mates sleep, I sweep from room to room like an angry ghost.

It is no secret to those who know me that I can be ill-tempered. It is not one of my better traits, but, nonetheless, it is part of who I am. As I prepare for one of my most important meetings of this trip, I am hopeful that, somewhere within me, a level of maturity not normally in full display will find its way to the surface. If not, today could prove to be a very troubling day.

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I have just returned from my meeting in Croix des Bouquets and I couldn’t be happier. (Thankfully, bad Jim was nowhere in sight.)

In short, the local Mayors office, who has total jurisdiction over the territory within which the mass graves and the resettlement camp are located, swore (his words), his undying allegiance to my two main initiatives. Per my colleagues from World Vision, his level of support and enthusiasm was quiet unusual, and each felt that major progress had been made. I, too, felt good about what had transpired and, I must confess, a small smile did grace my face.

Maybe tonight I will actually get some sleep. I do hope, I am very tired and tomorrow is going to be another busy day.