|Gabby, Melinda, and V help to feed the kids breakfast|
|A little attention and love went a long way|
Can you imagine being one of Haiti's poorest people, trying to care for a child with those needs?
This is a good orphanage, as orphanages go. But there are 25 disabled kids and maybe six or so house moms. They have very fancy wheelchairs; the kids with motor skills are given motorized ones. But their diapers are changed just twice a day. They are fed three meals a day, but some are bone-skinny because they are extremely challenging to feed, and nobody has the time to coax tiny nibbles of rice into mouths with protruding tongues.
Of the nineteen sophomores in attendance, quite a few had never been to an orphanage before (after a lifetime living in Haiti!?). Hardly any had ever worked with disabled kids.
|The non-disabled children checking out the "blan" (foreigners).|
|We wheeled the kids over to the playground.|
|Loving the merry-go-round|
|Look. at. that. face.|
I mean, seriously. Look at my students. I was beaming with pride. These are fifteen-year-olds, people. I love them.
Oh God, give my students eyes to see the pain in the world, and know what they can do to make it stop.
Oh God, give these orphans a family. Every one. Please- a family to adopt them.