The Jamaican Water Truck Lady
I wish I had had a chance to talk to her more, but I didn’t. You remember that Saturday night where things were kind of crazy at my house? There were people bringing stuff for my wife to take to Haiti (she flew out at 6:00 Sunday morning). One of my kids (who was already a relative veteran at flying to Haiti) came home from college to help Mom pack. Phone was ringing off the hook, lots of details, lots of people wanting to know…. wanting to know anything.
And the phone kept ringing and I was using the voice mail to screen the ones that needed attention now and keeping a list to get to eventually. And the lists kept getting longer – the “adoptive parent” list, the “been there want to help list” and then the “who knows” list.
To add to the chaos, the orphanage director was going to be on Larry King Live that night. So everyone was making sure they could record it and when it came on, we all stopped and watched and listened. We heard stories from other people in Haiti, we heard stories about “our kids.” We heard a rational and logical assessment of the needs and the orphanage director said, “Larry, I worry about water. If they can’t get another water truck up the mountain by Monday morning, we aren’t going to have enough to keep the kids healthy.” Ouch
Their part of the show was done and we all got busy again. My youngest two (adopted from Haiti when they were really little) were feeling a lot of anxiety and wondering about their birth families. So, I decided to take some time and provide some calm in their rooms before they went to sleep.
And then it happened. A phone call where the caller ID had too many digits. Sent it to voice mail. Repeat process 3 more times in the next 10 minutes. So finally I said to my kids, “I have to answer this, it might be someone who wants to help. I stepped out of their rooms and answered the phone.
“Hello, you are with orphanage?” (Said in English with a Haitian/Jamaican accent)
“Yes I am.” “Oh good, I want to help you.” She then told me part of an amazing story. She grew up in Haiti, not only in Haiti but just a small amount up the mountains from where the orphanage is and she is very familiar with that area.
“Your boss lady, she says you need water?” “Yes we do, it’s Saturday night and even skipping the Saturday evening bath routine, we will run out on Monday.” “Yeah, I know that, I watch Larry King too!” Chuckles
“Give me your address. My brother lives near there and he has water trucks. I will get you water, tomorrow, yes?”
“That would be great!” “Hang on a minute,” I ran downstairs and handed my phone to my daughter, “Hey Kristin, this lady is from Jamaica and is going to get the orphanage water, can you give her directions?” “Sure!”
She steps out where it is quieter and about 5 minutes later, she came back in and said, “That was simple – she knew the town square in Petionville and I got her directions to where we turn off the main road. Then I told her to tell the driver to roll down the window and ask where “Madam John’s house” was.”
Did she give you any names or anything? “Nope,” she said, “it’s not about me, it’s about your kids.” We then resumed some semblance of life and packing and disaster relief and wondered if what we had heard and talked to was real or was a prank or what……
Sunday, my wife is traveling so I kept my phone on and with me while at church. I’ll tell you more about Sunday morning later.
Sunday night, some of us were too strung out from only a few hours of sleep, but me and one of my girls were at church. Normally, if my phone buzzes while in church, I will ignore it. I didn’t that night.
About, I don’t know, maybe 15 minutes into church, my phone buzzed. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. A simple message on it that rocked my world.
“Water is here.”
At my current church, I think I would have interrupted church to tell the story, but I didn’t do it at our former church.
Water is here, music to many ears.
God is good.