House Collapse

As I opened the door of our house this afternoon I was shocked to see large amounts of water pooling in numerous places with water dripping from the ceiling. Torrential rain continued to pour down as I scrambled up onto our roof to throw some pieces of tin over the areas where the roof was leaking. Within seconds I was completely drenched, but continued to work away at temporarily fixing the leaks that had formed because of the earthquake. Suddenly I heard a loud rumbling sound, and the roof under my feet began to shake violently! My mind immediately flashed back to earthquake scenes, as I once again heard Anoud and Denise screaming and calling out to Jesus for protection. The noise grew louder and louder, until from my vantage point on the roof, I saw in slow motion the neighbors house completely collapse into a massive pile of rubble. I scrambled partway down the roof, and then jumped down the rest of the way as the ground shook and the surroundings turned dark gray with dust. Unsure of what to do next I punched in my Program Managers number into my cell phone. After talking to him for a moment, I realized that it wasn’t an earthquake that had occurred but rather the torrential rains that had caused the neighbor’s already structurally damaged home to collapse completely and caused our house to shake once again.
After hanging up, I carefully climbed over the wall separating our property with the neighbors house and yelled to see if anyone was around. Anoud followed me and from him I learned that no one was living in the actual house, but that there was a Haitian family who were caretakers of the place, living in an adjacent smaller building. I remembered hearing the generator running last night, so I knew that there was a good chance that someone was still living there! I went one way to circle the building and survey the ruins and Anoud went the opposite direction. As I reached the front of the building, or what was left of it, I heard Anoud yell out to me from the back. I ran over only to see him with a Haitian lady who was obviously in shock. She screamed as she pointed at the door of her living quarters that was blocked by over 6 feet of rubble. We began digging as fast as we could even as the rain continued to pour down! Four other Haitian men who had heard the noise and came to see if they could help joined us and together we continued to gradually move the bricks and debris away from the door. Soon more than a dozen men were working alongside me, all frantically pulling away the rubble. After almost 20 minutes we managed to clear it away, but to our disappointment we found that the door was jammed. One of the Haitians ran across the street to a jobsite to find an angle grinder so they could cut off the hinge to get the door open as I sprinted back over to my house to hook up an extension cord, and soon they were cutting away at the hinges. I went back over to check on the Haitian lady to see how she was doing when I heard cheers ring out by the gate. We both rushed to the front, and the lady let out a joyful cry when she saw her husband and young child standing by the gate! After talking with him, we learned that he had left several hours earlier to pick up his child from school, but when it began to rain, he stayed at the school to wait for the rain to let up. His wife was in the back of the property, taking wash off of the line when the house collapsed, and had thought that they had already returned. When the house collapsed and the rubble blocked their entrance way she was certain her husband and child were inside. How thankful she was to find out that they had waited out the rain at the school! Walking home exhausted and wet, I thanked God that He has graciously spared this family. I also wondered how many more structurally damaged homes would collapse and prayed silently for God to help the people of Haiti.

Goodbye Again

Ding dong. Still caught in the middle of my dreams, I only subconsciously register the sound. Suddenly a startled Jason sits bolt up right beside me and says; “It’s Dad! It’s late! Why didn’t the alarm go off?” Leaving the excitement of my dreams behind I slowly sit up. “What time is it?” I ask. The alarm clock glows illuminating the numbers: 5:38. Jason fumbles with the alarm clock for a second and then groans. “I set the alarm for p.m. not a.m.! I’ve never done that before!” He jumps out of bed and makes a dash for the bathroom. “Can you go let Dad in?” he asks. I glance for a moment at my ugly polka dot pajamas then shrug. Who cares if he sees me wear them? They should have been discarded long ago but over time the material has become so soft I can’t bear to part with them, much to Jason’s dismay. I stumble out of bed and then make my way downstairs. Still yawning and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I open the door. “Have you been waiting long?” I question Dad. "About 10 minutes,” he replies. “I kept thinking Jason would be coming and I didn’t want to wake up Jayden by ringing the door bell.” “Well good thing you did”, I respond, “Since we were both still sound asleep!” I plod back up the stairs and then help Jason lift his suitcases down the stairs. Within minutes Jason is ready to leave for the airport and with a quick hug and kiss goodbye he’s out the door. Once he’s gone I slowly make my way back up the stairs and lay back down in the now empty bed. Several minutes later I hear Jayden start to rock in his crib, so I crawl out of bed again and carry him back to mine. Still half asleep he curls up as close as he can to me and in minutes is sound asleep once again. I close my eyes and try to go back to my exciting, adventurous dreams but nothing happens. Instead my mind drifts to the last two weeks spent with Jason. My brother’s wedding,

surprise birthday parties for Jason,

picnics, going for walks,

playing by the ocean,

skipping rocks at the river,

blowing bubbles,

eating pizza, studying and talking for hours. It’s really been great having Jason here with us, but time flies by so fast and now he’s gone again. My thoughts drift to Haiti and I try to remember my life there before the earthquake but the memories are fuzzy. Since there are so little similarities between life in Canada and life in Haiti, it’s hard for me to remember what it was like. Dozing off, I put my one arm around Jayden and wonder for a moment how I’m going to explain that his Daddy is gone again when he wakes up.

Happy 25th Birthday Jay!

Home Alone

I peer at the computer screen in front of me, all my energy and attention focused on my new project. I'm so absorbed in what I'm doing I don't even realize that the room gets darker and darker until my shoulders start to ache. I shift from my uncomfortable position on the floor and when my eyes adjust to the dark room I pull myself up. Better turn some lights on. I flip the switch and the room is instantly bathed in a cozy glow. Stretching to ease the pain in my shoulders I make my way to the fridge. Is there anything chocolate? After a thorough search of the fridge and pantry I come up empty except for a bottle of chocolate syrup. I pour myself a glass of milk, warm it up, add the syrup and then a squirt of whipping cream. Hmm.. perfect.Hearing some thumping noises, I put my cup down and make my way upstairs to Jayden's bedroom. I crack open the door and smile when I see his sweet face relaxed in sleep. I sure love that kid! I gently rub my finger over his soft freckled cheek. He doesn't even stir. All that mischief he got into today probably tired him out, and I can't help but laugh. He can be such a little monkey sometimes. Reassured that he's sleeping, I make my way back down stairs to the computer and this time focus my energy on writing. When was the last time I blogged anyway? I quickly check and see that the last time I posted an article was March 22. Wow, almost a month ago! What happened in those four weeks? I rack my brain and memories start to flood back. Picking up Jason at Vancouver International and having him home for two weeks! Staying up way too late working on math problems for his business course. Getting excited when we finally came up with the correct answers. Playing Monopoly Deal together and drinking hot chocolate. Fun times at the park with Jayden.

Eating out at our favorite restaurant. A special Easter dinner with family. My thoughts drift to our trip to see the snow and I have to smile.

Jayden on his sled saying "I likes the snow Mama, I likes the snow Mama" over an over again. Jason and Jayden together on the "ski board".

Catching snowflakes on our tongues and enjoying the beauty of a world clothed in a pretty white blanket.


Icy winds licking at the blue sky, dripping crystal icicles and snow covered Christmas trees.

Back home again more math problems and hot chocolate, and finally packing the suitcase and saying goodbye again. Hello and goodbye, hello and goodbye, hello and goodbye. I sigh, and then reassure myself that it won't be as long this time. Two and a half weeks is shorter then three. This allows Jason to be back just in time for my brothers' April 30th wedding. Feeling lethargic now I take a few minutes to add the pictures and click post. There, done!

A race to save lives

The UN and Haitian government are predicting that almost 40,000 people will die in floods if they cannot relocate them before the brunt of the rainy season.

SOURCE: Open Street Map | By Gene Thorp - The Washington Post - April 04, 2010

Interesting Documentaries on Haiti

Haiti Get Back Up