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I have had a few days to process what I experienced. It was unlike anything I have ever witnessed in my life. I can start with the initial emergency medical response. 100’s of casualties with wounds of every type. Crushed and broken limbs, amputations, internal injuries, broken backs, pelvis’s, and open wounds of every variety. The doctors and nurses worked around the clock to tend to them all, most without sleep, not much to eat, and very little in the way of working facilities. The team I travelled with from the New England area were some of the finest, most caring people I have ever met. They treated every patient with love and dignity. The 10 person team did about 150 surgeries in 4 days.
With very limited space and resources the wounded went from the OR to an outdoor pavilion that was turned into a post-op area. Unfortunately, it was an open air facility with little reprieve from the heat, humidity and bugs. The patients were all grateful, however, for the care that they received. It was difficult to think that so many of them really had no idea of the further hardship that they faced. About 1 in 3 had some sort of amputation, some multiple. Think of the difficulties that a handicapped person has in the US, now imagine someone requiring the crutches or a wheelchair trying to navigate one the most un-ADA compliant places on the face of the earth. It is difficult for a healthy person to navigate the streets of Haiti let alone someone with a handicap. They are calling this the “handicapped generation” of Haitians.
The wounded were then moved to a newly completed orphanage on the adjoining property. However, after 2 major after shocks they fled this building and are living out in front on the ground. They were terrified of being back in any building. It will take years for them to get over that.
Next stage for me was to travel into Port au Prince. I went to secure some meds that had been brought in from the US and were needed at our field hospital. How we got in was an amazing story in itself. Vehicles were limited and I had been trying to secure one with no luck. I believe God really wanted us to get in so along come this relocated Canadian now living in the DR. He has a 4 wheel drive vehicle, a necessity, knew how to drive like Mario Andretti (those of you who know me know it takes a lot to impress me behind the wheel of a car) and spoke French (very helpful for directions). Everyone told us it would take half the day just to get into PAP. 1 1/2 hours later we made it to our first stop at the Community Hospital in PAP. We even had a Police escort at one time. As I said God opened the door for us to be there.
Once we got in, the reality of what happened just floored us. I was just like someone had dropped an atomic bomb in the middle of the city. The devastation was unprecedented. 90 percent of all buildings in a city of 2 million people were damaged or destroyed. The US embassy was the only building I think that was untouched. To say that buildings there are substandard is an understatement. They just crumbled like sand castles. As we drove through the crowds of people, many were just standing around shell shocked others trying to get back some sort normality. It is apparent that it was going to be a very long time, if ever, that this country can ever be rebuilt. The very core of the government was destroyed as well as the Presidential Palace along with many other government buildings. Of the 30 senators or statesmen, 20 were killed. The symbolic cathedral was destroyed and the archbishop killed. The smell of death was everywhere.
Third stage was the homeless. I am not sure they even have a count yet, but we easily saw 100,000 or more in “tent cities” everywhere. Tents were anything that could used to shelter from the sun. Sheets, blankets,tarps, table clothes and sheets of tin or plywood. There were little if nothing in the way of facilities. A few porta johns for thousands, all over flowing. Most people were just forced to relieve themselves on the streets. We saw some food and water lines but most ran out with many still hungry and thirsty.
These people didn’t choose this, it was forced on them. We see this on the TV and we think “what can I do?” We can start by not forgetting them. There is a tremendous need that will go on for sometime. I challange anyone to see and experience what I did and not have it change thier life. We live such an incredibly sheltered life in this country. We all need to step outside our comfort zone and show love and compassion for not just Haiti, but for all people who are so much less fortunate then us.
This is not the end of this journey for me, but just the beginning. Please stay with us here and check for updates as we continue to collect money and supplies to rebuild Haiti. Please give from your heart and don’t let this become another yesterday’s story.
Bob


















The clinic in Barahona is now accepting children from other medical facilities in Haiti. Bob is headed into Haiti tomorrow to assess needs/ etc at clinics around the island. More volunteers are arriving daily. Our team is planning on coming home on Thursday. We are still , and will continue to collect supplies at all designated drop off locations.