I Have No Idea What Day It Is.

GG here. I had a patient come in today who has been all over Europe and had a totally life changing experience. She came in this afternoon because all the fly-sleepin' left her with a stiff neck and back. Her first words? "I see you're still wearing the shirts."

Yep. Still. Strange what a few weeks can mean depending on the experience. Three weeks on a vacation does not equal three weeks in the same t-shirt does not equal three weeks in a war. Three weeks in Haiti has it's own life changing revelations, too.

My first time there was to meet the boys. One of them was totally freaked out, and the other seemed okay with just going along with whatever. Dealing with the pollution was tough-- my later description of the smell was, "a combination of diarrhea and burning tires, with a little diesel mixed in."

Trying to get into the minds of two non-English speaking boys who would eventually become "my boys" was tough, too. My first impression wasn't too far off, by the way. We've become much more of a family unit in the almost two years since we've had them home, but we're not done by a long shot. We keep trying because of the love, you see.

And somehow, on that first trip, between all the other distractions, a connection was made to the people. People like our driver (pictured above), who we really got to know. We looked forward to being around him, and others.

600 miles off our coast is an island with some really poor people who are trying to overcome a lot of really bad conditions and events. In the states, the distribution of obese people is more er, heavy in the poorer communities. In Haiti, poor people are thin, gaunt.

But they work really hard, and we want to help them do that, so we're wearing these shirts a few more days. It's not like we're getting shot at, but it's no trip to France, either. If you've been following this adventure, and were thinking about donating, now is the time. We're almost to the end, but we're a little shy of taking it all the way. Five or ten bucks gets us that much closer, and let me tell you, five or ten bucks can mean the start of a new life in Haiti.