The time of the Haiti earthquake reminds me of the beginning of Tale of Two Cities “It was the Best of Times, it was the Worst of Times.”
Our group of 8—four moms and four teenage daughters—arrived at St. Joseph’s two days before the earthquake. Oh, how we loved being at St. Joseph’s-we were so happy staying there and meeting all of the precious boys and Bill, Walnes, and Michael. Their hospitality was so welcoming and of course the food was delicious. We explored all of the nooks and crannies of the old home and my daughter Martha loved the rooftop garden. There she mingled with Bill and some of the young boys and enjoyed the sights and sounds of Haiti. It was a magical time for us—and a very special bonding time for our pairs of moms and daughters.
The night before the Earthquake was one of the most joyful evenings of my life. The Resurrection Dance Theater performed at their home stage to a crowded audience. The performance ended with a line dance including all the dancers and the visitors. Then hand in hand in a circle of love we sang “Lord of the Dance”. It was a spirited and spiritual evening full of love and fellowship and just plain fun! What a “Best of Time” experience.
On Tuesday morning the 12th our group left St. Joseph’s for a day of sight-seeing in downtown Port-Au-Prince. How far from anyone’s imagination that we wouldn’t return to St. Joseph’s that evening and that this beautiful home wouldn’t still be standing by night fall.
The moment of the earthquake is still so hard to describe. Life went from normal to a nightmare in a blink of an eye. There was no warning. Sunny skies and just normal weather. Then all of a sudden the ground rocked up and down and side to side without any pattern at all. We were in a car and I felt like a giant had picked up our car and was shaking it this way and that. It felt like it lasted 10 minutes—later on we heard that it only lasted 35 seconds.
We were frantic to know about what had happened to St. Joseph’s. It was impossible for us to get back there and so we made our way to the US Embassy to sleep. The following day we heard that all the boys were ok and that Bill was injured.
We made it home but left a part of our hearts at St. Joseph’s and will always be connected in a special way to this Family.
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