There have probably been more clothing drives for Haiti over the years than you can shake a stick at. There is a huge outdoor market in Port-au-Prince where ladies sit among hundreds of piles of clothing for sale. Clearly there were a lot of misdirected shipments from the clothing drive at First Church of What's Happening Now.
But in a place where it is sometimes a challenge to find levity, the clothing drives have also provided missionaries with an occasional chuckle; once you get past the fact that the people have nothing else to wear.
Today, I pointed out to Cecilia a young man, who by his shirt, was a Carolina Prodigy - that's a cheering and dance team. It gets better. Last week, I saw a teenage boy whose shirt proclaimed that he was NOT 50, just 49 with experience - and his friend who apparently 'hearts' hot moms. By far the best I've seen so far was the VERY elderly man whose bright pink shirt declared proudly in purple glitter glue that he was of the Girls of Grace.
Thanks for the laughs and keep the clothing drives going. If you're not clothing someone or keeping a market lady in business, you're making some 'blanc' giggle.
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Yesterday, I had planned to do about 4 things downtown, then come back and start our new 5 o'clock study with some of the children. On our way downtown, we got a flat tire. Since I knew we needed to buy a new tire anyway, I figured I would go get the tire put on after we changed the flat, since there was a place downtown that would do it 'right away'. Then I could run some of the errands, even if not all and still make it back for 5 o'clock.
Sometimes my brain still makes plans like I'm in the states.
We got to the tire place. Everything seemed to be running so smoothly.
Four. Hours. Later.
So then we're headed back home, because at this point, by the time I get to any of the places I had to go, they'll be closed.
Can you say "Rush hour traffic"? In Haiti, it's called a 'blokus'. And it did...block us.
I never got home in time for 5:00.
Today I got some of those errands done, along with some new items on the to-do list.
Here's what I saw these past 2 days: a Chinese lady telling off some guy in fluent creole....same lady yelling at someone on the phone in English...a UN made traffic jam on a road that EVERYONE KNOWS is under construction and you can't fit vehicles that wide down it, ever....a cellphone antenna painted 3 different colors depending on which company's equipment was placed where....a guy on inline skates in downtown Port-au-Prince....that takes talent....and several stages under construction for Carnaval.
Oh, did I mention there was an earthquake last night?