From the marketplace, we made our way to a local Haitian hospital. The things that I saw and heard in the hospital left me speechless. As I’m writing this, I’m still trying to process what I saw. There is no comparison between medical facilities in America compared to Haiti. In hospitals where we have many doctors, they have two. Where we have wings for specific patients such as ICU and maternity, they have one room. Where we have janitors and a cleaning staff, their halls are filled with dirt and bugs. Where we have labs, they do not even have a microscope. I still cannot describe or put into words what I was feeling when I saw all of this. However, it did not cease to amaze me how much they are able to do with the little resources that they have. After the hospital, we rode a few minutes to the local police station. There, young children were playing out front and teenagers were playing soccer. Inside the station, we learned what is was like to be a Haitian police officer. We learned about how to become an officer and what their lifestyle is like. The station itself looked like a small shack, and there were two jail cells. It was a small building, and looked no different than the houses around it. As we left the station, we had the opportunity to play with young children. After returning to the Many Hands for Haiti compound, we played a football game with local kids. It was rewarding to see faces of joy amongst the Haitian kids. Overall, the day was eye opening and incredible. It’s safe to say that after today, we are all different people.
Written by: Marissa Avnaim