Paradise Lost (and Found)

Kenson Pierre, a 22 year old man from Laford, did not curse, cry, or yell as Dr. Nelson treated his infected hand. The only evidence of the terrible pain he experienced was a quiet high-pitched hum. A construction worker, M. Pierre reports having a block fall on his hand. Being unaware of FOTOCH and without enough money for Saint Michel Hospital, M. Pierre did not seek medical attention for three days. He came immediately upon hearing from a friend about our clinic.

Haitian law states that the owner of the property is financially responsible for employee injuries incurred on-site. For example FOTCOH purchased insurance for the Haitian workers who built the clinic. Unfortunately, it is very common for property owners to deny workers their rights, however. Fortunately for those with no other place to turn, FOTCOH is here and, as Dr. Nelson stated “We are very happy to take care of him”.

As I mentioned in previous entries, this was my first trip in Haiti. Therefore, all that I had known of Haiti came from books, articles, and our team leader Bob Hoy. Haiti as a paradox was a common theme in all I read and heard. The truth of their words was revealed to me each day.

Haiti is gorgeous and grotesque, neglected and exploited, chaotic and tranquil, foreign and familiar. The kind people, rich culture, and remaining natural beauty are evidence of her potential. The pillaged resources, unsurpassed poverty, and long history of political instability inspire hopelessness. While the children here are starving for food and attention, it is the friends who care for them that are truly fulfilled. Rue FOTCOH, a rocky path with a hibiscus canopy, is both a corridor to healthcare and microcosm of this country.

- Brendan Sullivan