I spent most of my time hanging out with Tom and his family and friends and seeing what his world was all about and how it worked in Haiti. I asked Tom a million questions about what people were doing, why they were doing it, what they believed and how they lived. Each of things I did really requires it's own blog post to describe what I did and show you some of the pictures behind those things, so those will follow.
The little I spoke Creole just wasn't enough to let me communicate the way I wanted to. I had to speak through Obines and Tom who would translate for me as I spoke. Thinking back, I don't think I ever really felt afraid while I was there. Maybe because I didn't go into scary parts of down, maybe because I didn't understand what people were saying and they always seemed to be smiling, or at least I was smiling at them.
I spent some time over at the Methodist compound and the guy Steve, who ran it. They'd essentially created a large walled compound where they would train Haitians in metal work, manufacturing and auto repair. Groups would come in weekly and work there and outside of the compound on projects. Steve had been in Haiti for years working here, went off and did his own project in Haiti and then came back and had an interesting perspective on both options.
I got to spend time listening to Tom dream about what he wants to do and why and bounce ideas back and forth. I got to talk about different business models I'd seen and how they might work in what he's doing.
I got to sleep on the room of Tom's house and see the brightest stars of my life. I got to meet people who in my world had nothing yet still seemed to have joy. I got to see in Port Au Prince a city devastated.
Most of all, I got to have my world pulled out of it's self-centered orbit and be transformed for a period of time and begin to change it's dave-centric orbit somehow. I had a glimpse of what it looks like to live without and still be filled with joy.
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