The Haitian people are some of the kindest people I have ever met. I was struck by their generosity when they have so little.
Some had walked for days to see the Eye Doctors, many with cataracts, infections, trauma or even blindness that had never been treated. They patiently waited for hours or days to be seen.
They are too cute for words.
They work so hard. Young and old.
They are so thankful and appreciative.
The children would yell “blan” which means white or foreigner and in the school courtyard they would run up and hold my hand and were so excited and curious to see us. I picked up one girl and she stroked my hair and face, probably wondering where I had come from and why I have blonde hair and blue eyes.
On our ride back to Port au Prince we talked about how although most Haitians are struggling to survive, that their life is so simple and is oddly refreshing. It is almost like going back in time. Life is slow and they take the time to enjoy and be thankful for what they have. They are not worried about their 401 k’s and a raise at work. They live life day by day and their faith is nothing short of inspiring.
They have affected me more than I could have ever imagined. I began to look at my own life and reflect on all the things I have and that my life is often lived in excess. Not always in a materialistic sense but also my OCD tendencies about everything being perfect and clean – all the time. I need to slow down and really take the time to enjoy those around me. Dirty floors and all. I know that not a single day will go by that I don’t think about the people and my experiences in Haiti.