Author name: Gospel to Haiti

     By now, I fear, some of you will never come to work in or visit at this clinic. Why would you after seeing all the red, smeary, battered legs, arms, and heads that we faithfully post?      There is the other side. There are the mornings, even in November, when the flowers

Warning: Viewer discretion advised. Images below are graphic and potentially disturbing.   Tuesday morning, I came into clinic, I happened to be the first one there.  I noticed a girl sitting on a cot – a whole group of people had carried her into clinic. They showed me her foot – it was wrapped up

Here are some sites you’ll see on a normal day as you walk into the clinic. Direk at his desk where he writes up the patients’ charts for the day  Waiting room full–Rhoda busy in the background Fre Adolph weighing a patient Fre Noes at his post–He gives number cards to new patients as they

What a busy morning! Bright and early, Anita and I were up and about, drinking our coffee, and preparing to go to clinic to dismiss a cholera patient we had allowed to stay in our hospital room over night.  When we initially kept the patient, she did not have a confirmed case of cholera.  However,

     The morning was chugging right along at our little clinic, when Agenal, a bent over old man came hobbling into the clinic. He seemed quite distressed and began to pour out his woes to Anita and Fre Noes.    Between the two of them, they understood that poor, partly blind Agenal’s wife had fallen

     Thursday morning started with a persistent knock on the gate. Shana stuck her head out the door, assuring the person that she would come, but the knocking did not stop. What could be the hurry at this time of day?       Mis Leda was asking if we could pick up a lady