Saturday, May 28, 2011

*insert sappy graduation song here*

School ended on Wednesday. Students have taken our exams, we have graded them. All that is left is graduation on Saturday, then flights home. It is a bittersweet time.

Did you know that 83% of Haitians with a college degree live outside the country? Or that only about 7% of the country earns an income that would be considered middle class ($500 -$4,000/family/month)?

It is sweet to know there are 20 young people who are better equipped to contribute to this country than before. 20 people who will be headed to Duke, Penn State, Pace, FIU and other universities. Then, for some, back to Haiti as doctors, engineers and business people. All along I have said that days like Saturday are why I am here and why I do what I do. The wealthy and middle class are the most unreached people group here and they are the ones who can have the largest impact on Haiti. QCS is a small part of changing that.

It is bitter because the end of the year means people are moving on. People that are leaving are really special to K and I. We survived the earthquake together. We endured those frantic uncertain days afterward together. Taught together, drank vodka and tonics together, had countless dinners together. And now for their own reasons it is time for them to move on. I have read that people who served in combat together are forever bonded in a unique way. And though no one has shot at us (yet), we have seen death and destruction and experienced something that we cannot explain but the other person knows intimately. It hurts to lose those kinds of friends. I am going to miss those who are leaving, they are a great group that we share a unique bond with.
Art, the basketball coach, and possessor of sage-like wisdom, said that the end of the school year in Haiti reminds him of the end of the year in college.  You spend your time forming friendships that ultimately have an expiration date on them. Everyone wraps up school, heads back home for a break, then in the fall some people come back, some don't.  But new people take their place and the cycle starts over again. As I type that out it sounds brutal but it works.

 There are cycles and rhythms to the life we live here: school years, ups and downs of semesters, rainy season, hurricane season, dry season, election violence season and everyone move season. It is what it is, or Sa li fe, li fe.

1 comment:

  1. You've spent another year planting seeds, pulling weeds, and watering. God will use these good works to accomplish His perfect plan. Have a 'restful' summer.



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