In December, a very, very close cousin of mine - Spencer - was deported back to Haiti
after being here in Canada for nearly two years. He, his little sister and his mother were
forced against there will to leave. I wish them the best though deep down inside I wished
there was something I could do; I gave them money, clothes to go back with and a stainless
steal cooking set for Spencer's mother's birthday seeing as she loved nothing more then to cook.
Spencer and I had a great time together ... though he could only speak french and Creole,
my being Canadian made communication no problem. I taught him English and in return, he
taught me his native tongue.
But still ... he left. When he arrived I got a phone call from him learning that he was living
with his father who was extremely ill. He couldn't find a job to support his family and felt
useless. So, he planned to move to Puerto Rico, which was still a poverty-stricken place
but not nearly as bad as where he had been living - in hopes to find employment. Every
weekend, he said, he'd take a boat from Puerto Rico to Haiti and drop off food, medicine and
clothes for his mother, brother and father if God spared life. Over the weeks his idea panned out
well until the earthquake came. His father being in his week condition was no match for the
trauma and passed away during the first tremor. His mother and brother were separated;
nearly a week after the cataclysm his mother was found alive but extremely injured and
dehydrated ... but his brother was nowhere to be found.
He, himself, was also caught amongst the turmoil. He lost his leg to a piece of broken rebar
from a fallen school as he was there to pick up his brother. When his wounds were
treated, luckily by someone with medical expertise, he contacted me before anyone else
to tell me about the horrible news. His mother was healing well but his brother ... still
not a word from him. Just this morning the found the boy, shaken, dehydrated and hysterical.
He called me yet again crying. I never heard a man with such abhorrence and worry in his
voice. So his brother is on his way here now, I said that my family and I would watch him,
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