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Day Two: Work Song (with apologies to Cannonball Adderley, and I wish I had some music…)

There’s a verse in the Gospel of Matthew (I’m paraphrasing) that states whatever one does for the least of mankind, one does for Christ. It was my/our goal for this trip to do exactly that, as much as possible.
Today, that work song was sung. We loaded 89 boxes, at 14 kilos each, of rice and soy meals for 6 approx. Wet, which everything is here, more like 50 lbs, into a truck, and headed to Croix de Boquet. We unloaded them into small bags of 5 meals each, and added other items for recipients. I wasn’t at that end of the assembly line, so I am not sure what all went in. Not to worry. It’s all welcome.
 
Heat and dust omnipresent. And the wonderful, smiling and unbelievably friendly Haitians. Truly. Place is amazingly friendly. Almost to a fault. We began the work att 6:45 a.m., and were done by 11-ish. Then walks/hikes, lunch in the gorgeous countryside. By the way, ever wondered about the title of Tracy Kidder’s book, “Mountains Beyond Mountains“? There are mtns. beyond mtns. here. Not talking the Smokies, Wasatch or San Francisco range, but it is beautiful. Then a trip into town to what I would call a metal workers’ collective. All the Haitian art you see of tap-taps, etc. Saw where it’s made. Much cheaper, too. More friendly people; where else could I strike a bargain for 4 cigarettes as part of a cruficifix for my collection?
 
Then back to Hope House for more work. Where it got interesting. “That smells pretty” was a very telling quote. Maggot eggs, perhaps dead things, and wet rice. Unload the nasty boxes, fill good ones. Until we all about dropped. Other sorted clothes that folks Stateside donated.
 
Folks, FOR REAL! Man, some folks donated dirty underwear and soiled sheets. Pretty huh? America. Such a country. We called it quits a little bit ago. A cold shower in a relatively funky shower never felt better. 4 days til a hot shower? Can’t wait. Pity the cat next to me on the plane home. Wish I hadn’t lost my Q-Tips. Time for a Presitige beer.
 
And already, Haiti is part of my personal landscape. The people and sights get in you fast. Selah.