|Anne standing next to St V students, all in uniform|
|Drew and Pere Wiclen|
|JEAN ROBERT PLAYING VIOLIN IN THE MIDST OF STUDENTS|
I have learned over the years that it is as important for the team to play with the children as it is to run a medical clinic. So we bring jump ropes, rubber balls, nail polish, bubbles, beads, and all manner of entertainment.
|Anne Boykin skipping rope.|
Yes, that’s our St Mary’s Cathedral DOK president skipping rope in the courtyard with the girls.
Dieumene painted toenails on some of her friends (mind you, Dieumene has no arms) and the boys played soccer and dodgeball. Alison described herself as impromptu goalie, when a soccer ball suddenly bounced into the pharmacy, knocking over a few bottles of vitamins in the process. Edie told me the highlight of her day was watching Dieumene paint someone else’s toenails, using her feet. Oh, and the privilege granted of feeding Dieumene some peanut butter crackers. Dieumene has more dignity than most people I have met, and she grants her subjects rare privileges if we behave properly.
Under the shade tree in the courtyard, I cherish the moments I can stand and feel the breeze (YES THERE WAS A COOL BREEZE TODAY) and watch the children playing. There is something addicting about coming to St Vincent’s over and over again, learning to know the children by name and seeing them grow up. My friend Rochelle came to see me today and played her violin for us. Rochelle is blind and I have known her for 8 years. She completed school at St Vincent’s and is now graduated from Port au Prince University with a communications degree. Today she gave me a thank you card, in which she wrote a message and signed her name. How she does that with no sight, I do not know. But I watched her do it.
Tomorrow will be hard because it is our last day at the school; Saturday we will take a small day trip outside of Port au Prince to see some of the beautiful countryside. I have already warned my team that they will leave St Vincent’s feeling overwhelmed at all the things they wish they could have finished or done better. That is the humbling part of our work here; there is no way we can accomplish all the tasks we think up in our heads. I have come to learn that that is God’s way. If we could do everything we set our mind to do, why would we need God? Why would we need each other?