For the next twelve hours I will be exposed to the day’s demands. It is now that I must make a choice. Because of Calvary, I’m free to choose. And so I choose. I choose love . . . No occasion justifies hatred; no injustice warrants bitterness. I choose love.
We are once again are excited to share some of the recent grads from the medika mamba program here in Cazale. We usually just have before and after pictures of the children. This time we wanted to give you two examples of children with severe kwashiorkor and how their bodies change during
In the past couple of months, several of the children at the Rescue Center have recovered and been able to return home to their families. Admittedly, it is a bit sad for us to say goodbye to these little friends, but our hearts swell with joy knowing that their bodies
EXIMENE She is 11 months old and weighs 11 pounds. Her mother died when she was 4 months old and her papa has been trying to care for her. She also has another sister that is older than her. Her father is a farmer and grows beans, corn and yams.
Thursday was another one of those days that reaffirmed our claim: You just never know what a day may bring here at RHFH! Around 9:00am, a small group of people showed up at the Clinic carrying a woman on a bed. They began their walk down the paths of the
This was taken from a letter from Gretchen, our mom, written in June 1994. They had lived in Haiti for 6 months and there was an embargo and sanctions in place. Aristide was elected president of Haiti in 1990, but was overthrown in a military coup in 1991. The embargo was finally
