Treks to the clinic...

Hey guys!
Sorry this post doesn't come with pictures, but I haven't been able to take a whole lot recently and in the episode that I want to recount I didn't have my camera. Things are going well in Titanyen, and I've gotten to know a lot of the locals and am coming along with learning Kreyol. Mwen capab pale piti Kreyol. Actually, I even interpretted for the team last week! It was a rough translation, but I got the job done.
So, I want to write about my experience in the clinics today. Normally, I don't go with the medical teams to the clinics. However, on Tuesdays, they come to Titanyen, the village where we construct the houses everyday. Well, a recent friend of mine is Bwinel. He is 16 years old, his father is dead and his mother is very sick. He has worked with us for the past several weeks on a voluteer basis--he's volunteerin his own free time to help out his village. He's told me for the past few days that he's having trouble seeing. When I told him he could come to the clinic on Tuesday, he was very excited, but a little scared because he had never been to a doctor before. So he asked me to go with him, and I did. He and I skipped work this morning to go to the clinic where he received medicine for his eyes and sunglasses to work in. He told me that he was very happy that we could go to the clinic.
Well, later on today, and little boy ran up to me and grabbed onto my leg to get my attention. This is somewhat normal in the village, as we are somewhat of a novelty. Except he grabbed me to show me, very calmly, a rather deep gash on the back of his head. I told him (in Kreyol!) that there were doctors in the village and I could take him up there. So, he climbed onto my back and I carried him, piggy-back, to the clinic. His name was Vila. There me and another man from our team helped calm him down when the Dr. Francis cleaned his wound and put several stitched in his head. I took him back to his house and he introduced me to his mother and sister. They all live in a hut (if I could even call it that) made of random sticks and cloth tied together. I'm glad Vila was ok, and even if I didn't accomplish anything for the rest of the day, meeting him made it a day worth living.
I hope to have pictures soon, but until then, take care and God bless!
;^)