When I eat breakfast with the kids, i sit with Diana, Jenny, and Hannah, an intern at Ms. Sue’s Children’s Home, an hour’s drive from Port Au Prince, Haiti, in the countryside.
This morning the girls want to see pictures on my I phone and flip through the camera roll. Kids really like to see pictures ,and really really like to see pictures of themselves.
Jenny holds up my I Phone and snaps a selfie.
When you take a selfie it says ” See me “, as well as ” love me. ”
I don’t know when I’m coming back to Haiti, but, as Jenny reminds me, ” God knows. ”
She is a natural.
Maybe she will be a photographer, or an engineer, or a mathematician, or a mom, or a teacher, or all of them?
I would like to see that and have breakfast again, just one of the kid’s, at our table on the back porch in the early morning..
For now,my chores are done and I’m flying home tomorrow. It will be a long and tortuous taxi ride back to the National airport and Ms. Sue and Hannah will go too, drop me off, and then have the driver take them to pick up diapers, food staples, baby formula and used clothes in Port Au Prince for the kid’s that need them. Ms. Sue doesn’t drive anymore and a taxi ride to buy stores in Port Au Prince is not only expensive, but sometimes futile because items are often not in stock in the stores to buy..
These kid’s futures are scary.
Haiti is a place where Darwin’s theory about the Survival of the Fittest is playing out in the worst way.
If the fittest in a society don’t have compassion, suffering is compounded to the point of revolution.