Haiti: Part twa

The one about the roosters
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The next five days we spent in Jolivert began each morning (as many of you have already learned) with a roughly 4am wake up call by the neighborhood assholes roosters. 

I cannot adequately express the feeling of terror/hatred that would burn through my not-a-morning person heart upon seeing one of the many roosters strutting past my window. They were cunning and spiteful. They would lull you back into an almost sleep, sneak back up and blare as loud as they possibly could, and then they didn't even have the decency to file a report. They would pick up their skirts and high tail it to the next window. I akin the feeling to a hit and run. A crow and dash.

I also firmly believe that they are descendants of velociraptors.

That's right, keep running before Caleb catches you and turns you into dinner.

Now that we had made it to Jolivert perhaps I should give you a run down of the people (since apparently my family was trying to count names to figure out how many there were of us).

Project Starfish aka "The Team":

The prescription writers- Adam (the emailer extraordinaire), Carey (the dancing queen), Peter (the DJ), and Kitty (the black cloud who sutured a woman who got kicked by a cow at the market and a boy who got bit by a dog while the rest of us drained pus...).

The grunts- Lindsay (the giver, I'm pretty sure she would have given away all of her possessions as well as mine if she could), Caleb (the Mr. Fix-It, he even fixed my headlamp by putting the batteries in correctly, a feat I had failed at), Jil (the baby stealer), and Roy (the internet hogger).

Angel Missions Haiti who Project Starfish partners with to find children who would benefit from medical procedures in the states:

Vanessa (the big Mama), Beth (the videographer), Liz (the physical therapist), and Lindsey (the globe trotting soon to be social worker).

This is Grace, a 3 month old who was found in a dumpster and with the help of AMH is awaiting approval to come to the states for the medical care she needs.

Jil, the baby snatcher

Lindsey, I'm pretty sure she was never put down

Missions of Love  is an organization that helps operate and fund the clinic and outreach programs in Jolivert. A few board members from Michigan (Mary Ellen, Brooke, and Rick) had flown in and traveled to bush clinics with us during the week. We also worked with 2 Haitian doctors training for their degrees, 4 translators (Wedz, Charlene, Ensey, and Mildride), Dr. Asa and his wife Jean (who I think I may have worked with their grandson at Massanutten holysmallworld), Christophe (the head honcho doc at the clinic), and Blaud (our easy going Coke connection and manager).

After working in the clinic or out in the bush, each evening we would gather to play cards or tell jokes or hide in the shade. Unfortunately our shady spot was in rooster territory and Dr. Asa could not believe our fascination with the mating habits of livestock (complete with a cheering section). I think we're in Haiti now.

What would you do for entertainment?

Seriously.

A little afternoon delight? "Who needs Cinemax?" -Carey

XOXO

Kiki