Friday, December 18, 2009

New Liver.

Just a quick note to let you all know that Gifty got a new liver today! The last word I heard was that she was recovering after surgery and looking good. Please join me in praising God for this miracle girl and in lifting her and her family up in prayer as they enter this new post-liver phase of life.

As I wrote the title of this blog I was struck by the double meaning. Gifty literally received a new liver today, and because of that, she is a new liver. She has a new chance at life that she never had before. Amazing!

Friday, December 11, 2009

Random thoughts.

The other day I was walking through Red Light, one of the biggest open air markets in Monrovia, by myself. Surrounded by a sea of Liberian faces, hearing murmurs of "white woman" as I stepped around puddles of sewage, greeted by the giant smiles of small children, their eyes lighting up at the slightest attempt at eye contact. The smell of smoked fish and burning garbage assaulting my nose. Hot sun, concert of car horns, crossing the road frogger-style, and found myself wondering...when did this become normal? It seemed normal. I wasn't phased by any aspect of the chaos except the fact that sometime over the last 15 months of my life my norm shifted from Target and Starbucks to Red Light and bagged water.

December 10th last year is the day Gifty went home to America. After 2 months of fighting for her life in sub-par Liberian hospitals, wrestling with both the Liberian and American governments and wondering if she would survive it all, she went home. Over the last year she has more than doubled her weight, learned to walk and to talk and continued to steal the heart of everyone who meets her. I was celebrating all day, it was a happy day. Until I received an e-mail from Heidi telling me Gifty was in the hospital again. Respiratory infection again. Oxygen again. Wondering again- When will that liver come? When will the waiting end? Praying still...

Yesterday I found myself spending the afternoon at the hospital with another small girl. You know part of her story, she is the girl who, like me, finally learned to walk this year. But there is more- Korpu is about 4 years old and weighs 14.7 lbs. She lives in one of the worst orphanage homes I have seen. Whenever I stop by she is covered in dirt and barely clothed. She eats, but hasn't gained weight. She isn't potty trained and can't talk.

We stopped by last week and Rebecca (my ORR bosslady who was in town for a few weeks from Texas) was very concerned about Korpu. She asked me to have her evaluated by a doctor. I have to be honest here. I didn't see the big deal and felt a bit put out by the idea of wasting another day waiting for hours at the local clinic. Korpu was the same as she always had been, slow to develop, but trying. Even still, I scheduled her an appointment. As soon as we walked into the doctor's office his nurse was concerned "She is too small!" Then a lady in the waiting room chimed in, "Was she born premature?" And another man in the corner asked, "What's wrong with her?" We had some labs drawn and finally saw the doctor, an American who has been in Liberia for many years. He was also extremely concerned, and started listing off possible causes for her condition, everything from sickle cell anemia to chronic malnutrition.

As I sat there on the table holding this fragile girl, burning up with fever from the malaria she was also battling, something in me broke. Somehow I had allowed myself to settle for the unacceptable. Nothing about Korpu's situation was as it should be. Everyone else could see it. How had I allowed myself to think it was alright on any level? We often use the excuse "this is Africa," but children deteriorating on my watch is not ok. God has called me here to advocate for these children. I will not sit back and watch anymore. Lord please keep my heart soft, my Spirit sensitive and my mind wise to do what is best for the children you have placed in my life.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Michael

Many people picture orphans in Africa as small runny nosed children running around with big bellies and no shoes. Often that is the case. However, in a country like Liberia that is recovering from years of civil war, a legacy of teenagers has been left behind. Children who were orphaned or abandoned during the war are now trying to find their way as adolescents living in orphanage homes.


Michael is one such boy. He just turned 18, he is in 7th grade, he loves to play football, and he was just diagnosed with Hepatitis B and liver cirrhosis. It is likely that he contracted Hepatitis B from his mother at birth. In fact, according to Michael he has had several family members, including his mother, die of similar liver conditions. Hepatitis B is a virus that attacks the liver. It is a serious problem that can result in life long liver disease or death. Michael’s case is quite advanced- his enlarged liver makes him appear several months pregnant, his abdomen and lower extremities are swollen and his eyes are jaundiced. It is uncomfortable for him to sit which makes attending school difficult. Unfortunately, Michael has already missed several weeks of school from being so sick.

But he is a good student. I spent several hours with him at the clinic last week and he spent most of the waiting time studying notes from class, trying to catch up and prepare for testing this week. He requires a special diet which makes it hard for him to eat (on top of diet restrictions for his liver disease, he was hit by a car several weeks ago and had significant damage done to his teeth). The director at his home is under pressure to find specialized food for him and since he is 18, at any given moment she could decide she can’t afford his medical problems and put him out of the house. It appears to be a bleak outlook for Michael, but there is hope. A doctor at a nearby clinic is treating him with a newly available antiviral medication. After a few weeks of medical treatment he is already noticing some improvement. But it can take months or years for a full recovery.

Please join us in prayer for Michael. Pray for a quick recovery. Pray that he can persevere through this necessary medical treatment. Pray for continued wisdom for the doctor and orphanage director. Pray that he can continue in school. Pray that he does not become discouraged. Pray that the Orphan Relief and Rescue staff working with him will know how best to help and encourage him.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Send some JOY to Liberia this Christmas.

One of my favorite things over the last year working in Liberia has been, by far, CHRISTMAS!


It is amazing how simple it is-- a Christmas bundle filled with pencils, an orange, a toothbrush, a small toy and a few pieces of candy, flip-flops, a new set of clothes and a Christmas greeting from someone who cares. Very small by American standards, but for most of these kids it is the only gift they will receive this year and it is something of their very own. It is a day for each one to feel especially loved and unique, not just one of the crowd. Words cannot describe the look of pure joy each child has as they come up to claim their gift bundle and new clothes. I will never forget one boy last year who's entire countenance changed when he received his gifts. Bright smile from ear to ear and eyes sparkling, he looked radiant in his new yellow shirt as he clung to his new Hot Wheels car and school supplies in his bundle. And these precious children give something in return: a hug, smile, shy giggle and whispered thanks or a sweet chorus of familiar Liberian-accented Christmas carols. It is an honor to be able to serve such and amazing group of kids. I feel selfish really-- they give so much more to me than I could ever bring them.

Last Christmas Orphan Relief and Rescue brought Christmas to 135 children. Together we can increase that number this Christmas. We really need your help: $25 and a few moments to write a Christmas greeting can really bring joy to a child in Liberia this Christmas.

Go to the Christmas page at www.orphanreliefandrescue.org to see last year's joy, and help make Christmas even bigger and more special this year!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Liberian Thanksgiving

Liberian Thanksgiving is tomorrow. As you can imagine there are no Indians or pilgrims associated with Thanksgiving in Liberia. But, unlike many other Liberian holidays it does have a meaning behind it. After the war that occurred between the native people and new settlers here over one hundred years ago the people decided to set a day apart to celebrate the end of the war and be thankful for everything they still had.

Today we celebrated by having dinner with some of our Liberian staff and friends. Eleven of us (the 4 ORR team members currently in country, Ma Mary, Piko, Alvina, Momo, Moses, Alvin and Emmanuel) joined around the table to share our rice, cassava with palm butter, fried plantains and cucumbers.


After we had all finished (Momo personally checking to make sure every dish was empty) we introduced the Liberians to the American tradition of going around the table and sharing what you are thankful for. It turned out to be a very touching time. In a country where there is so little and people are struggling daily to find food and clean water and trustworthy medical care and love, we were able to take a break and thank God for all His provision this year. As we circled the table the thanks included; work, friends and family, plenty of rice, a new daughter, the first year of marriage, money for school fees, health, healing, the miracle life of a small girl we all know as Gifty and the opportunity to serve the orphans of Liberia, as well as the promises of things to come such as going to college and many more times of meeting together in this way.
Bellies full and hearts happy... we sure do have a lot to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I'm Home and God is Awesome.

It is a cool (80 degree) Sunday evening and I am sitting alone in the dark (generator not working), listening to the dance party happening next door at Menitama. I have been back in Liberia for 2 days now and believe it or not, it is SO great to be home. Men yelling in the street, late night thunder storms, roosters crowing, ridiculous drivers, showering outside under the stars…

I believe it would be accurate to say that my Liberian journey started about 3 years ago when I was in Ghana working on the Mercy Ship. On my last night there I found myself outside on the promenade deck reflecting and wondering- what next? I remember asking God that question. Almost immediately a woman, who worked with the dental team, walked by and started talking to me about Liberia. For at least an hour she told stories of extreme poverty, people dying in the streets, suffering and war. Then she got up and went on her way. I thought to myself, “is that it God? Liberia?” A year later I met the Orphan Relief and Rescue (ORR) team at my church and 2 years after that I am starting my second stint working with ORR in Liberia.

This morning we stopped to pick up a friend on the way to church. She works at Trinity Dental Clinic and brought another visiting dental hygienist with her. As soon as the other woman got in the car I thought she looked familiar, but when she told me her name I knew... Carol is the woman from the ship! The woman that God used to spark this Liberian flame in me. Can you believe it? I told her “I think you are the reason I am in Liberia.”

What are the odds of meeting her again, 3 years later and in a totally different country? This might seem like a small thing, but for me it is not. I have told countless people about this woman and often thanked God for her passion and honest sharing. For me this is confirmation, once again, that I am where I am supposed to be. I am so grateful for a God that can bring things full circle even (especially) when we don’t know where we are going.

(And in case you were worried, the generator is working again so I am no longer sitting in the dark.)

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Blessed

This afternoon I gathered with a small group of people from my church to talk about Liberia, the kiddos, my experiences there and plans for returning (this Thursday). I was telling stories and showing pictures as we went along. The last picture was of the kids at Frances Gaskins praying for me on my last day in Liberia last spring. A picture that I love because it captures one of the most precious moments of my life. Those kids knew exactly what I needed and sent me home blessed by their words of prayer for me and my family in America. When I was done sharing this afternoon my church family came around me to pray. I found myself sitting in a chair surrounded by loving friends and tender hands and looking straight at the picture of the kids from Frances Gaskins surrounding me in the same way last May. It felt like I was looking in a mirror.

How blessed am I to have such amazing people on both ends of my life?


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Solution

It is not a human right
To stare not fight
While broken nations dream
Open up our eyes, so blind
That we might find
The Mercy for the need

Fill our hearts with your compassion
As we hold to our confession

It is not too far a cry
To much to try
To help the least of these
Politics will not decide
If we should rise
And be your hands and feet

Fill our hearts with your compassion
As we hold to our confession

God be the solution
We will be Your hands and be Your feet.

Higher than a circumstance
Your promise stands
Your love for all to see
Higher than protest line and dollar signs
Your love is all we need

Only You can mend the broken heart
And cause the blind to see
Erase complete the sinners past
And set the captives free
Only You can take the widows cry
And cause her heart to sing
Be a Father to the fatherless
Our Savior and our King
We will be Your hands, we will be Your feet
We will run this race
On the darkest place, we will be Your light
We will be Your light

We will be Your hands , we will be Your feet
We will run this race for the least of these
In the darkest place, we will be your light
We will be your light
We'll sing

We will run we will run
We will run with the solution

We will be Your hands we will be Your feet
We will run this race for the least of these
In the darkest place we will be Your light
We will be Your light
We sing

-Hillsong United

The words to this song are my heart's cry and prayer on this ifast Wednesday.
God be the Solution to all the hurting, hungry and oppressed around the world.
Let me be your hands and feet.
http://www.ifast58.org/

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

October 22nd

I know today is September 22, but it reminded me that October 22nd is coming very quickly. And what is the significance of that day you may ask? That is the day I am finally heading back to Liberia!
Heading back to these precious kiddos-

It will have been almost 6 months gone by the time I return. That is a lot of time for growing, and I can't wait to see them all again. Oh the hugs and pinches and songs I have coming... (smile!)

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Growing Gifty

My precious Gifty-girl keeps growing! She is actually walking and talking! I even 'talked' to her on the phone a few weeks ago. Well, I talked and she whistled and snorted and laughed- it was still amazing! Heidi says she is learning more and more new words and she loves impressing everyone with them. I am in ever-increasing awe as I get the updates on how Gifty is developing, especially when I remember where we were a year ago...

After 10 months in the states, her doctors continue to give good reports on Gifty's health. Overall they are happy with her growth and development. However the truth remains that she still has a very damaged liver. Some things have been changing and there are several new tests and possible procedures scheduled for Gifty this week at the Mayo Clinic.
Please join me in prayer for her this week.

Even more, join me in rejoicing over all God has done in and through Gifty in the last year. Just look at this picture taken a few weeks ago when Andrew was visiting her and her family in Wisconsin.

Bet you are smiling now!
(Can you believe how tall she is?)

Friday, September 4, 2009

Grandma-

I have really wanted to write something about you. Something that would tell the world how wonderful you are. How sorely you will be missed. I wanted to write a poem as spectacular as you, or a story that flowed eloquently. But the truth is there are not enough words to describe my dear grandma. I could try and come up with a rhythm as beautiful as your laugh or as clever as your sense of humor. I could attempt to construct paragraphs as deep and mysterious as the turns your own life brought you through. I could search for just the right letters to come together and shine as bright as the light that you were to me. But I would come up short.

I loved every minute I ever spent with you. Every cookie shared. Every 'story' explained. Every moment holding your hand. What we had was special. You made me feel special. Your smile invited me in. We could share secrets and giggles like school girls. Yet, you still knew how to lift me up, how to encourage me. I could feel your love and pride every time you would introduce me- "this is MY grand-daughter." What a privilege and honor it has been to be called that.

I remember one time I bought you a coffee at Starbucks. A tall vanilla latte. It was just like you- short and strong and sweet with a punch of spunk.

I knew this day would come but it doesn't hurt any less. I miss you! I am sorry I wasn't with you at the end. I wanted to be. I wanted to hold your hand and tell you 'I love you' one more time. I will never forget that sparkle in your eye or your fragile embrace. A light in my life has gone out. I don't know how I can move on without you, but I know you would want me to. And so I say goodbye- lovely, precious, kindred to my heart...until we shine again.

Elizabeth Dezutter
September 8, 1921 - August 16, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Learning to walk.

Today is my blog's first birthday. (and my brother's 33rd b-day, happy birthday Dano!) A year ago I was just starting my ORR/Liberian journey. And oh what a year it has been...

On Sunday I was given the opportunity to share briefly at my church. I was all prepared to go in and give the good old ORR chat. Here is what we are, what we do etc... Good things, don't get me wrong but as the minutes before I was to go on stage grew shorter I felt like I was supposed to share something deeper, something more personal.
I told Korpu's story. (I know I said it was going to be something personal, but keep reading.) You may remember it, I told it here before. Korpu is a girl who lives at one of our orphanages outside Monrovia. We think she is around 3 years old now, when we first met her a year and a half ago she was about the size of a 6 month old- very sick and malnourished. She required hospitalization and a special feeding program to regain her health. After several months of recovery she was gaining weight and looking better. When I came on the scene last fall I noticed that even though Korpu was gaining weight and looking healthier she was still not walking at all.
After watching her for awhile I decided to take her to a local rehab clinic for evaluation. The PA there determined that her feet were at a bad angle, not stable enough to support her walking. They were able to make these tiny insoles for her shoes (which is easier said than done since she did not have shoes and this started a week long search through Monrovia looking for just the right, small enough pair). Once the perfect shoes were located I had the caregivers at the home help Korpu practice everyday. She did not want to. She fought it every step of the way. But eventually she started taking some steps with assistance, walking hand in hand with her helpers.
One day when I came to the orphanage to check on Korpu, she was standing on her own! I sat down a little ways away and tried coaxing her to walk to me. She stood there with a disgusted look on her face, not moving for over 15 minutes. I sat there trying to get her to walk, just try one step. "Come to Aunt Debbie Korpu, I know you can do it." But she just stood there until finally she worked up enough courage to take that first step. It was shaky and unsure, but it was a step in the right direction, and then there was another and another. Each step gaining momentum and speed in that unstable way a child walks when they are still learning how to trust their legs and feet underneath them. Seven or eight steps and she was in my arms. I was ecstatic! As happy and proud as any parent watching their child learning how to walk and taking those first precious steps. From what I hear, now Korpu is walking all over the place.
And if you wonder why I told Korpu's story, it is because I truly believe her story is mine as well. I have learned to walk this past year. I have learned to take those first shaky steps, building speed as I fall into God's arms. Unstable at times but increasing in faith and trust in my Father. I have had some of the lowest lows and some of the highest highs and they have all pushed me closer to God. To rely on Him. And all the time He has been there- feeding me, being my stability and guide, walking me hand in hand around the obstacles. Because of His Love and provision I could take those first shaky steps, knowing He is near and will catch me if (when) I fall. With practice I can stand confident in who I am as His daughter, but I am still learning.
So the process goes on and my Liberian adventure continues. I will be returning to Liberia October 23rd. Please continue to stand with me.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Garage Sale!

This Saturday- August 29, 2009 -is the 2nd Annual
"Deb in Liberia" (ORR) Garage Sale Fundraiser"!
(Say that 10 times fast!)
Last year we made $1000 and I am hoping for more this year. If you are in the area please stop by. Even if you can't buy anything I would love to see you (but people with extreme Garage Sale weaknesses and lots of money to give away are definitely appreciated). :-) If you can't come please pray for a great turnout. And, I have heard there is rain in the forecast for Saturday (thanks Washington).

Thanks to the Bozich's who are hosting the Sale (and me) again this year.
Their address is-
2913 Christianson Ave
Enumclaw, WA
8am-5pm

And one more thing...
if you are in the Auburn area this Sunday come and hear me share briefly at my church- about my time in Liberia, work with ORR and my future plans. Evergreen Foursquare Church (we meet at the Auburn Riverside High School Theater) @ 10am.

Please let me know if you have any questions or need directions to either event.
Thanks! See you this weekend.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Gifty-joy.

I just had to share this Gifty-joy.
Heidi was able to capture a hard to catch smile from our girl. As you can see she is continuing to improve health wise and is up to a hefty 24 pounds. She is even trying to walk on her own but her huge belly throws off her balance. We are still awaiting word on a new liver. (A possible live donor has come up and will be having more tests done this month.) In the meantime she and the rest of the family are doing well. Please continue to keep them all in your prayers, the road has already been tough and the hard part is still ahead. Thanks.

A much overdue update.

It is August 4th already! I can hardly believe that it has been 3 months since I left Liberia. The time is actually flying by. And I am way overdue for giving everyone an update.

I am still returning to Liberia!

At this point I do not have a date (this is the point where the corny jokesters in my life say something about being able to find me one on facebook.) My goal at this point is to return to Liberia sometime in mid-October. Orphan Relief and Rescue has asked us to stay in the states a little longer and focus on fundraising. I will be spending 10 days in Pennsylvania doing some fundraising events in September as well as some around the greater Tacoma area here in Washington state. I or other ORR team members will be available in different places around the country for most of September and October so if you are interested in doing something please let us know. Nothing is too big or small, if you have an idea, we want to hear it.

I have found renters for my house! It all fell together almost too easily, but some good friends are going to rent and are actually moving in this week. I have spent the last several weeks packing and sorting and downsizing like crazy. I have actually reduced my life into a handful of rubbermaids, some miscellaneous boxes and a couple suitcases. It has been a fun, surreal experience. Quite cleansing actually, but weird. So it is the vagabond lifestyle for me for the next few months, living out of suitcases and staying with friends.

Thursday I am leaving for a few weeks of travel on the east coast. I am flying to Atlanta to meet up with my fellow ORRer Ashley to road trip up to Virginia where we will be meeting up with the rest of the ORR gang for 10 days of team stuff. Then heading up to spend some time with my brother and sister-in-law in Maryland.

August 29th is going to be the 2nd annual "Send Debbie back to Liberia" Garage sale fundraiser at my friend's house in Enumclaw. It will be an all day affair. Please come and check out all the great stuff. If you need directions or want to donate stuff let me know. We raised about $1000 last year!

Please continue to pray for all the precious ones in Liberia. This season is a difficult time for everyone in the country. Also, the majority of the ORR field team is in the states now. Only Matt and Mariel remain to keep things going while the rest of us are stateside resting up and raising money.

Thanks for following along with me in this journey and stay tuned for more updates coming soon.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

He Will Carry My Load.

I have joined an exciting phenomena called ifast58. It is a group of people from all over the world who are joining together in prayer and fasting one day a week to lift up the worlds hurting and hungry and those who work with them. I am overwhelmed at the thought of the potential of such a group. It is exciting and humbling. This morning I woke up early praying for those who have so little and this song popped into my head- "He Will Carry My Load." A popular song in Liberia, appropriate too.

Today I am praying for Varba and the so many others like her.

Join me?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Trying Small

Small bare feet meet dirty ground.
Clubs on the end of stick legs kicking deflated football...future.
Hungry belly bloated, filled with rice.
Home to life sucking parasite.
Naked brown back bent under torn shirt, hot sun.
A heavy load- more than one so young should carry.
Strong fragile hands crushing, hitting.
Tender fingers touching, exploring.
Holding my Heart.
Lonely heart broken. Pounding.
Longing to be heard. To be held. To feel loved.
Tear stained cheeks, fever warmed.
Inside, a life fight against malarial blood.
Joyful song and laughter escape.
Music that heals despite the cage of fear and daily grind.
Dark sad eyes, mirror to the soul, reflect truth.
Beautiful bright eyes shine with hope of the unknown.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

Well, things here are finally starting to feel like home again.
The last month has been a blur.
Starting with a pity party for myself, not even wanting to leave Liberia in the first place.
Transitioning into an amazing time of rest and reflection.
And now I think I am finally ready to get to work!

I will be home all summer. At this point I have a return ticket from Brussels to Monrovia on September 2nd. In the meantime I am here to see people, spread the word about the work being done and needs in Liberia, work, fundraise and figure out some other miscellaneous things.

So...
if you would like to get together, please let me know. I would love to see you and catch up.

if you have a church, work or school group that would like to hear more about the orphans in Liberia, let me know so we can work something out before the whole summer fills up.

if you would like to help in other ways here are some ideas-
-Pray!
-I need to find someone to rent my house (available anytime).
-I need to find homes for my cats.

Please e-mail me any thoughts or questions @ debbie@orphanreliefandrescue.org

Kisses from Gifty

I just got back from spending a few days with Gifty and her family in Wisconsin. It was an amazing experience. I often found myself close to tears, overwhelmed at the miracle of her and thankful to be a part of it all. To see Gifty in the toy isle in Wal-mart or being seen by the best medical specialists in the region really contrasted with where we were a few months ago. She now weighs in at over 20 pounds, about twice as big as the last time I saw her in December! She is crawling and walking between furniture (very impressive considering she was in a full body cast 2 weeks ago). She communicates with sign language and some of her own made up communication tools, for example, spitting means no.

And Gifty loves to give kisses!





Big sis, Alicia









Cousin Evan










Auntie Deb






Thursday, May 28, 2009

Gifty is 2!

Celebrate with me!
Today Gifty turned 2 years old.


Our miracle girl continues to improve.

She is up to 20 pounds!

I am heading to Wisconsin this weekend for a visit and SO looking forward to squeezing some fat cheeks and smothering her with kisses. :-)

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Free Gifty!

Here is a picture of Gifty taken today...
As you can see she is cast free and enjoying the park. Yeah!


And I love that she is covered in sand- she is Liberian after all.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Ashley was right...

I miss Momo!


Before I left the ORR house Ashley told me that, believe it or not, in a few weeks I would miss Momo. Momo is our Chief of Security inside the fence. He is a twenty-something Liberian with one glass eye, his own Liberian-English dialect. a country medicine extraordinaire (dry skin? try 'bray fruah,' brake fluid) and constant source of entertainment to the ORR gang. Oh, and he keeps us protected from rogues and the like (when he is not sleeping).

I was doing some work in my yard this afternoon. As I was mowing my lawn I realized how thankful I was to not have to do it the Liberian way- with a cutlass and my own strength. Backbreaking work. As I was using the new blower my dad bought me to rid my deck of leaves, I realized how thankful I was not to have to use an old falling apart broom. These are just a few of the many things Momo and the other guards (Emmanuel and Foday) do for us around the house.

My garbage can was full of water from the last who knows how many months of Western Washington rain. I tipped it over to drain the water and out came a very dead and stinky RAT. As I picked up the garbage and squishy rodent carcass I was really wishing for one of the guards. (I washed my hands at least 5 times and I am pretty sure they still smell like dead rat!) I can't count the times Momo or one the guys would rescue me from a dangerous millipede in the bathroom or a not-quite dead yet mouse in a glue trap.

Other things I miss about the guards- constant hammocking about the yellow book (Monday was payday and I the financial minister), fashion choices (puffy pink coat, crop tanks, girl's striped shirt as leggings, boxers and only boxers, furry hats, t-shirts with hidden messages), 4 am wake-ups from laughter or yelling across the fence, cell phone ring tones, singing along with Menitama, reminders to get more generator fuel (still not sure how that became my responsibility), always (almost) willing to help out, carry my load- whatever the need.

Thanks guys!

Ashley just told me that Momo got a new pair of rollerblades (he calls them skapes). I can't wait to see that!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Menitama in America

Last night I was at my friend Christal's house, making dinner and catching up on the ups and downs of the last few months. All of a sudden she said, "oh! I borrowed this CD from my sister, I want to play you this song I love, I keep listening to it over and over." She proceeded to play Jordin Sparks "No Air." And I burst out laughing! That song is one of about 5 songs that have made it to Liberia and everyone, everywhere, including our neighborhood night club Menitama, plays them over and over and over. After the song was over and I had dried my eyes, Christal played another song she liked off the CD- Chris Brown's "With You." You guessed it another Liberian favorite. At this point I grabbed the CD to check if it was the Menitama playlist and sure enough found "Dangerous" by Akon, which we of course played as loud as the speakers could handle. There may have been a little dancing in the kitchen and to top it all off Christal made rice to go with our soup for dinner. I was feeling right at home.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Third World to First Class

48 hours ago I was boarding a plane in Monrovia. Now I am sitting (and freezing by the way, my feet are so cold they are starting to go numb) on my couch at home in Bonney Lake. The last 2 days have been a whirlwind...


Monday afternoon I went to say good-bye to the kiddos at Frances Gaskin's. Before I left one girl, Caroline, came up to me and said, "Auntie Debbie, we want to pray for you." She then proceeded to call over all her friends and lead them in the most precious prayer for me, followed by an equally precious prayer from Jeremiah and followed with everyone singing the Lord's Prayer. While they were praying I kept feeling small, reassuring hands on my back and shoulders. Out of the mouth of babes...one of the most amazing and precious experiences of my time in Liberia.

Back at the house, while I was preparing to head to the airport, I attempted to take one last shower. In case you don't know, we shower outside under a barrel which we pump full with water from the well. After getting in the shower I realized that it was empty. Towel on, I went back into the house to ask if we could start the generator for a bit so we could fill the shower. No problem- except that the water pump has been moody the last few days and did not want to work. So, I decided to just take a bucket bath, but there were no full buckets. I was just starting to think that I was going to have to begin my 30+ hours travelling already stinky when Andrew came up with the great idea to fill one of our drinking water buckets (which have a spout) and balanced it on the corner of the shower for me. It gave me about a half inch of water flow, but it worked. Phew! Thanks Liberia for one last "This is Africa" moment.

Matt, Mariel and Ashley dropped me at the airport. Everything went smoothly getting checked in. I was through all the stops in less than half an hour. With a little time to kill before take off I decided to check out the airport "gift shop." I use the term loosely because all that was inside were a handful of beaded necklaces, a few African dresses, handmade leather sandals, imported Chinese hand bags, local wood carvings and Irish Spring soap.

The first leg of my journey was from Monrovia to Brussels. I would just like to talk for a minute about all the bread I consumed on this flight. First they brought a small turkey sandwich on this amazing soft, sticky wonderbreadish roll. Then with dinner (lasagna I think but I did not eat it, I was so distracted by the bread) was a crusty french roll with real butter and a still warm from the oven wheat roll. For breakfast they gave me a fresh croissant with melted chocolate inside! I must admit, even with all the wonderful bread I was enjoying, I did not make it through that first flight without shedding some tears for my beloved Liberia and my friends that I will miss so much.

The flight from Brussels to Seattle (via Newark) started with an upgrade to first class (Thanks Juvy!). I had never flown first class before. My seat assignment was 2A, that is really close to the front of the plane. Almost before I sat down in my lazy-boy recliner seat they were filling my champagne glass. I had over 300 movies to choose from on my personal TV screen. The 5 course meal included salad (real lettuce, yum!) spinach and artichoke pasta, garlic bread (like I needed more bread) and ice cream with Bailey's. Talk about culture shock!

In Seattle I was greeted by my friends at the baggage claim and we headed straight to Holly's house for a Cinco de Mayo extravaganza. After a hot shower and changing into my fleece clothes, we gorged ourselves on enchiladas, tortilla chips, homemade salsa, guacamole, real sour cream, key lime bars and strawberry margaritas. I was asleep on the couch by 9:30 (I know, a real party pooper, I guess the 40+ hours with no real sleep and full belly did me in).

I finally made it to my house this afternoon (2 days after I left my house in Monrovia). As soon as I drove up I noticed new flower pots on the deck. Inside I was greeted by the scent of fresh cut lilacs (my favorite), a clean house, full fridge and cupboards, fresh coffee, gift cards, a picture collage made out of my own pictures from Liberia and a hand painted watercolor painting, all supplied by my wonderful friends. Thanks guys, I feel very loved, spoiled and welcomed home.

I guess tomorrow I should think about unpacking. . .

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Home is where the heart is.

I have less than 24 hours left in Liberia. I feel like I was just counting down for my arrival here but the reality is that I have been here 7 months already. These months have been some of the greatest, yet, most challenging of my life. I have seen things I never could have imagined- crazy, funny, ridiculous, horrible, annoying, wonderful, life-changing things. I have met the most amazing people, loved on the most amazing kids, witnessed triumph despite disease, myths and poverty. I have watched a county continue to rebuild and come to life, recovering from war, but with still so far to go. I have grown personally. Discovered a world outside my comfort zone and made it my own. Learned to trust in God at all cost and rejoice in His beauty and blessings. I have experienced miracles. For all that has happened in the last 7 months, I am grateful. I have been spoiled rotten. I am thankful for every good time and for every time I wondered why. I find myself facing what comes next with a great uncertainty and unknown. There is a song lyric that sums it up- "Some say home is where the heart is, show me where my heart is, because I am scared to death." I am going home, but I think most of my heart will be staying in Liberia.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Good News...

Gifty is home! She was discharged home in her full body cast. This will pose some challenges to Heidi and the family in caring for her, but they are happy to have her home. Luckily Gifty loves books and music so she should be well entertained while she is stuck in bed. Heidi was talking about getting a wagon to pull her around in so they can go on walks and get outside. The cast is supposed to stay on for another three and a half weeks. That means it should be off just in time to celebrate Gifty's 2nd birthday!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Feeling useless. . .please pray for Gifty.

I just found out that Gifty was never discharged from the hospital. Her lungs were improving but she started having a lot of pain, not wanting to be touched or moved, so the doctors did some x-rays and found multiple broken bones. After more tests they have determined that she has Rickets (a vitamin D deficiency probably related to her liver failure) which explains the broken bones. She is currently in a full body cast, intubated and sedated in the ICU. I am feeling pretty useless here on the other side of the world, so thought the least I could do is put out a plea for prayer.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Gifty gets a helicopter ride.

Gifty continues the fight. Yesterday she was flown via helicopter to the hospital in Minneapolis, emergently because she was having a hard time breathing. She has been diagnosed with a respiratory infection (possibly pneumonia). They are giving her antibiotics and breathing treatments. She was admitted over night. The good news is she is responding already and is supposed to be discharged this morning. While in Minneapolis they are following up with the liver transplant specialist. Even though Gifty is continuing to improve physically, learning to crawl and laugh and seems to be getting stronger her liver function is getting worse. The blood tests they use to determine transplant necessity has jumped from 15 to 21 out of 30. Gifty's is the highest in the region, that puts her at the top of the transplant list.

Gifty and Heidi have been in my thoughts constantly these last few days. I know Heidi is having a hard time reconciling how well Gifty looks on the outside, yet her numbers are getting worse. Hopefully the time is getting close for a new liver, but it is hard to wait on the unknown. I know a lot of you have followed Gifty's story closely and she has become a part of your lives. Knowing her has definitely changed mine. If you have any encouraging words or thoughts you would like to share with Heidi please e-mail them to me (debbie@orphanreliefandrescue.org) and I will pass them on to her.

As always, please continue to keep Gifty and Heidi and their family in your prayers. Thank You.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Korpu Walks!

I am rejoicing! Korpu took 8 steps without help. For most 3 year olds that would not be impressive, but for Korpu it is momentous. When ORR first met Korpu she was severely malnourished and required hospitalization. Over a year later she was well fed and growing, but still not walking on her own. In March I brought her to be evaluated by a Physicians Assistant (PA) at Monrovia Rehab Center (MRC). He fitted her with insoles to help stabilize her feet and encouraged lots of practice walking. Over the last 5 weeks the caregivers and older children in the orphanage have taken turns helping her walk in the home, down the hill, around the well, through the football field. . .anywhere they could.

I was visiting the home last week, preparing to take Korpu back to MRC for a re-evaluation. I sat down near where she was standing and tried to get her to walk to me. She stood there by herself for at least 15 minutes before she finally psyched herself up for it. I looked over just as she took one shaky step, then another. Building confidence and speed, as all children do as they are learning to walk, she closed the distance between us. What a victory! She walked some more for me as we waited at MRC and then again for the PA. He was very happy with her progress and said as long as she continues to gain strength and walk, they do not need to see her again at MRC.

Soon we will be chasing her all over the place and not be able to slow her down. I can't wait!

Monday, April 20, 2009

Movie Night

This evening was movie night at Fatu's orphanage home. Cramer and Mariel have been meeting with the older kids there over the last few months. All the kids were given an opportunity to share the story of their life (how they came to the orphanage, what their life it like there, what their hopes and dreams are for the future etc.) on video. Cramer put them all together and tonight was the premier. We used a sheet for a screen, borrowed a projector from a friend, took the generator from our house and don't forget the cookies, popcorn and candy. During the showing of the kids video Ashley and I attempted to entertain the smaller children. After a few rounds of the Hokey Pokey and Father Abraham they were pretty antsy and curious about what the big kids were doing. I have to admit it was a bit exhausting, but overall they did pretty good. From what I heard, the kids in the video really enjoyed watching themselves on the big screen. After the kids video we brought in all the small ones and everyone watched a Veggie Tales video. Everyone loved it. When I walked in the room all I could see were wide eyes glued to the screen. Ma Mary was sitting next to me and watching and giggling along with all the kids. At one point I heard her exclaim "Ah-ha" and realized she had just recognized the Veggie Tales storyline from the Bible. The kids had seen a Veggie Tales before, but it was still a treat for them. But for the Liberian kids it is not a Cucumber and a Tomato, it is a Pumpkin and a Bitterball (common Liberian veggies). All in all it was a great evening and fun was had by all.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Too Cute!

Here are the latest pictures of Gifty.
Too cute!


For more super-cuteness check out the link to the video below-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XY2o9hcv6OU

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

water

I realized the other day, while I was drinking my "cool wata" from the bag as we headed between orphanage homes, how so many things that are normal here would be so weird to do at home. Thirsty? Forget about bottled water. Get me a 5LD (about 8.5 cents) 500ml bag of cool mineral water out of the cooler on that old Ma's head. It does take some practice, be careful not to squeeze too hard. But, it sure is nice and refreshing on a hot Liberian afternoon.

In other water related news. . . the well at our house went dry. There is no municipal water in the entire country. Everyone exists on wells. Most people have to start their day before dawn by hauling water from a community well. At the ORR house we have a well inside the fence that we use for showers (outside under the stars) and bucket flushing the toilet. We buy drinking water for around 1-2 dollars per week. Last Friday the water in the well was low so we started rationing water. By Monday it was completely dry. You don't realize how much you take something for granted until you don't have it. With no water to flush the toilet or shower, well, you can imagine the consequences. We all started praying for rain. Thankfully some water found it's way to our well and by Wednesday we were back in the water business. Phew!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Spring Fever

I woke up today feeling alive. I have spent the last 2 days in bed fighting some mysterious African fever. Not fun. But today I woke up and felt human again, felt alive and then remembered it was Easter. Not only am I alive, I am alive because Christ is alive. That is why I celebrate today. Like we sang in (the 4 hour long Liberian) church service this morning- Jesus Christ is Risen today. Allelujah!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Sapo National Park

There is only one national park in Liberia. Sapo National Park. Some friends and I had the great opportunity to explore it. Sapo is the second largest primitive rain forest in West Africa. We had to get special permission from the forestry department of Liberia to even visit.

Our adventure began last Friday afternoon as we headed out from Monrovia with our packs, drinking water and enough food to get us through 4 days of the unknown. We found a camping spot on the beach in a town about 3 hours away. We slept right on the beach surrounded by sounds of the ocean waves and underneath a million stars. Amazing! We woke up before dawn and were sipping a delicious camp mocha when we spotted 2 dolphins playing off the coast and enjoyed watching them for a few minutes before loading up the car for the estimated 7 more hours drive to Sapo.

After several hours on the road we finally found a sign that gave us hope! Sapo was near. The roads along the way were bumpy at times and some of the bridges questionable but we made it without any problems. As we arrived in the village where the park headquarters is located, we were greeted by a town full of naked children (which I have a great pic of but don't think it is appropriate to post on a blog, watch for it in National Geographic). The park warden was expecting us and after a short inservice about what to expect in the park and meeting our guides, Alfonzo and Junior, we were introduced to the village chief and town elders. It felt so African, sitting in a Palava hut and being welcomed by the village chief just prior to setting out on a big wilderness adventure. Our departure was somewhat delayed by a brief rain storm, but that seemed appropriate, heading into the rain forest and all.

(Camp Michael.)

We hiked about a hour and a half to get to the place where we set up camp. After about 45minutes we reached the river and had to be carried across in shifts by a canoe. By the time we reached and set up camp we had just enough time to cook dinner and filter enough drinking water out of the creek before it got dark. That night we took it easy, enjoyed the campfire and some great conversations before heading to bed.
(Upacca tree- run here if you see an elephant.)
We started our big day of hiking early Sunday morning. The forest actually reminded me a lot of home, except it was warmer (much more humid) and there were fewer (ok, none) pine trees. But overall I felt very at home there. All the lush green and foliage on the ground was comforting. Our guides were great, they pointed out trees and tracks of animals and attempted to teach us the call of the dieger (some deer-like animal). We did not actually see any great forest animals, but we did see proof of them. We saw a lot of elephant tracks, I still have a hard time picturing them living in the dense forest, but their foot prints were everywhere, often the trail we were following. We were told that we could use the Upacca tree (pic above) to protect us from an elephant if need be. We also saw the tracks of the Bonga, some huge cow like animal that as the guides described is bigger than our tent and taller than me. ah! There was also some hippo droppings (the very rare pygmy hippo lives in that area), I really wish we could have seen the real thing.
(Along the trail.)
About 5 hours into our day hike we came to the river. After that long of trekking and sweating through the forest it did not take long for us to dive in and enjoy the refreshment. Crocodiles? Um, don't worry about what you don't see, right?
(Picture break. That is a pretty good looking group after how many hours of trekking through the forest?)
We had been told that there were no trails throughout the park and the guys has come prepared with cutlasses (machetes) to blaze our own trail. There were trails. but very primitive and there was a lot of chopping of overgrowth along the way. We also had to cross countless small rivers and creeks, sometimes with only a few branches to use as a bridge. It got iffy a couple of times but we all made it without an unwanted plunge.
(There is no way to capture all the beauty.)
We arrived back at camp after 8 crazy hours of tromping through the park. We did not see another person the entire time. After a wash in the creek and dinner (which I literally fell asleep while making) we all hunkered under the tarp as the evening rain storm hit. It was a great storm, reminded me of camping in WA (it is not a good camping trip without a good rain storm, right?). I think the evening gathered under the tarp in the rain was actually one of my favorite parts of the weekend. But it was not for long, by 8:30 we were all asleep.
(I told you, I really fell asleep while fixing dinner, thanks Ashley for capturing it for the world to see.)
We packed up early the next morning and hiked back to the park headquarters where the warden and some freshly fried plantains (yum!) were waiting for us. We did not linger too long before loading up the car and heading out because we still had the 11 hour drive home.
(We made it! Everyone at the finish line. Junior, Andrew, Solo, Laura, Alfonzo, John, Ashley and I.)
So is 22 hours driving worth 11 hours hiking through the Liberian rain forest? Definitely! It was an amazing and beautiful experience, shared with great friends in God's creation. It really does not get any better than that.
PS- If you are interested in a different, more technical version of the weekend (including GPS positioning) check out John's blog at www.johnetherton.com.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The New Blue Chair.

A brand new BLUE wheelchair!
Can a boy ask for anything else?
Buster is 9 years old and has the most contagious smile. He is not able to use his legs due to contractions, weakness and underdevelopment. Last December he received a new customized walker from Monrovia Rehab Center (MRC). I was privileged to carry him back for a check up last week. The staff at MRC was happy to see his progress. Buster has been practicing walking with his walker and can get around fairly well. However, he often tires out and requires a wheelchair to maneuver some of the spaces around the orphanage home. The wheelchair that he had been using for years was too old, too big and recently both of the front wheels broke. This left Buster isolated and relying on the other kids at the home to help him get around. What a blessing that MRC had just the right "Buster sized" chair for him. He couldn't stop smiling as he tried out his new wheels. Buster was greeted by excited cheers from the other children as he wheeled around the corner at the orphanage in his new blue chair.
Watch out Liberia, there is no stopping him now!

Friday, March 27, 2009

Teeth and Feet

Last week I was able to bring my new friend (and dental hygienist) Brenda to visit 2 homes and check out the kiddos teeth. We were able to examine over 50 kids teeth. About 12 have urgent things that need to be taken care of- large cavities, teeth that need to be extracted or extreme cleaning. Many of the others need a routine cleaning. Our next project is going to be to get them all into the clinic. This Friday the first group will go and the rest will follow over the next few weeks. Most of these children don't have access to proper tooth brushing supplies and have never seen a dentist. For the most part they enjoyed their check ups, but a few needed coaxing.

A few days later Ashley and I delivered and fit all the kids at Childcare Foundation with new shoes and socks.


Joshua and Beyen showing off their new shoes.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Food is for life.

Over the last few weeks, I have been going through a book with the kids at a few of our orphanage homes. It is a book about food and how our bodies use and process it. It has bright pictures and funny words to describe how the body works and make it more interesting for the children. The first page talks about why we need food. I asked the children "What is food for?" Almost instantly one boy exclaimed "For life!" I was expecting an answer like, "for energy" or "to grow strong." But this boy hit the true point. In Liberia food is life. And I realized that despite all we try to do for them, these kids often do not know where their next meal is coming from. As much as they love it when their ORR aunties and uncles visit, they will drop everything when the food is served and nothing will distract them from it. Food is not a luxury as we often treat it, it is a necessity. Food is for life. I don't think these kids need me to teach them anything about food, they are teaching me.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Barvor's eyes.

Barvor is 7 years old. He and his younger sister, Korpu, were brought to one of our orphanage homes because their parents could not care for them anymore. Barvor's mother is blind and his father has mental health issues. Last year when ORR recognized that Barvor was having trouble with his eyes he was taken to a local eye clinic. He was diagnosed with glaucoma, high pressure in the eyes. There is no cure for glaucoma, but it can be treated with medication. If left untreated the high pressure in the eye will cause permanent damage and blindness. A few weeks ago I carried Barvor back to the eye clinic for a check up. His eyes have not changed. He will have to remain on eye drops for the rest of his life. Under any circumstances this would be a horrible diagnosis for a 7 year old. No child wants to be different. The fact that Barvor lives in an orphanage in Liberia complicates things even more. The medication is available here and by American standards not too expensive. However, it can be difficult for the the orphanage staff to obtain it and spend the money on medicine for one child instead of food for all the children in the home. Barvor is a sweet and shy boy. He tends to hide towards the back of the pack, but is quick to respond to a smile or a hug. I am working with the caregivers at his home, trying to impress upon them the importance of following through with Barvor's eye care. Please join me in praying for this precious, gentle boy.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Spirit Liberia

A couple of weeks ago Andrew and I met with and were able to show Vanessa from Spirit Liberia what ORR is doing in a few of the orphanage homes we work with. Follow the link to their blog for a few pictures and her take on ORR. (specifically the 3/10/09 and 3/14/09 postings.)

spiritliberia.blogspot.com.

FYI in the 3/10 post Denise is me. :-)

Monday, March 9, 2009

5 months of rice and sun.

March marks 5 months that I have been in Liberia. That is 5 months of eating rice and spice, soaking in the sun, sweating like a pig, living with no running water and only a few hours of electricity each day and loving on some really great kids. And believe it or not, I would not change a minute of it!

I was looking at some pictures from when I first arrived in October and was amazed at the changes I noticed. In both the pictures below I am holding the same boy, (Mulbah who has also changed in the last 5 months).

This is like one of those games in a child's magazine when you count the differences between the 2 pictures.

Mulbah and I in October

Mulbah and I last week.

When my friend Cramer saw these pics he said "Man, Deb you are dropping the LB's in the L-I-B!"
I will be buying my ticket home this week. At this point my plan is to head home in early May and then return to Liberia in September. Thanks to everyone for all the support, encouragement and prayers over the last 5 months.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

700lbs of food.

In this picture, I am sitting on more than 700 pounds of food (rice, beans, bulgarwheat, powdered milk, oil and flour). Ma Mary and I took this picture on the way to delivery food to 2 of our orphanage homes last month. Watch the video below to find out more about what we are doing with the ORR feeding program.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Back to the Future.

Our friends John and Leah planned an 80's themed Valentine's Day Dance/fundraiser for the expat community in Monrovia. The money raised is going to one of ORR's orphanage homes. So for one night, we all went back 20 years and partied "like it was 1999." It was a fun night of dancing, laughing and hanging out with friends to benefit a great cause. About $450 came in for the orphanage!


The ORR gang, ready to go. How can we all be representing the same decade?
My new friend Joan Jett (aka Jen).
John and his girls.
I love this Pic! Phristy and Tatthew Tramer
(some names have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.)

Lets hear it for the boys!

FAT GIFTY

I just received these pics of my girl and had to share them. I can't stop smiling. She is too much! Heidi says that she never stops laughing and loves to eat (which you can tell from those chubby cheeks, I can't wait to pinch them). She is getting 6 new teeth. Watch out!
Her MD's are hopeful for a liver transplant in the next few months. She qualifies for a partial liver transplant so she can receive from a live donor if the right one surfaces. I don't know all the details about that, but I know the donor has to be O+. I am waiting for more details from Heidi so stay tuned.
Until then, enjoy these. . .

Saturday, February 14, 2009

A boy and his dog...

Or in this case- kids and their dogs...

It's an international love.
Happy Valentine's Day!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Jackson

Last Friday while I was making my rounds, checking in at one of our homes, I met Jackson. Jackson is 8 years old. As soon as I saw him I could tell something was amiss. The entire left side of his face was very swollen. The orphanage director told me he had a "toothache," but it was easy to tell it has gone far beyond that, to a more serious problem. I immediately called our friend Keith Chapman a dentist (one of only 4 in the entire country) who works at Trinity Dental Clinic nearby. He suggested starting antibiotics right away and then have Jackson come into the clinic Monday morning, once some of the swelling had a chance to go down. Monday morning the orphanage director carried him to the dental clinic. One of his upper teeth was so infected it had to be extracted.

I stopped by to check on Jackson on Wednesday. He was looking great. The swelling is almost completely gone and he was laughing and playing with the other kids. When I arrived he ran up and took my hand and did not want to let it go.

Today I was planning on going in to Trinity Dental Clinic to pay the medical bill for Jackson (a whopping 120LD or about $2US). Before I had a chance to go in Keith called and said that they had decided at the clinic that they were going to treat all our orphans for free! This is exciting! A few months ago, before Trinity Dental was operational I don't even know where I would have sent a child who needed dental care. Now we have a clinic close by and guaranteed care for all of our kids.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Armed Forces Day

Today is a national Liberian holiday called Armed Forces Day. I asked a Liberian what the history of the holiday was and why we celebrate it. She could not really give me an answer. So, as with most Liberian holidays we headed to the beach...

The difference this time is that we brought Mary and Piko with us. Mary and Piko are both ORR employees. Mary is our Liberian Ma. She keeps us fed and taken care of and helps with our feeding program. Piko is a monitor in 2 of our orphanages, watching the general goings on and helping them around the home. Mary and Piko have been friends since they were small girls. They have grown up together and stood by each other through more than most of us could ever imagine, including years of war and the death of loved ones. At times I have been mesmerized by their stories of the horrible conditions of living through the war and at other times I have been in tears laughing as I watch them giggle and share like the life long friends that they are. Not too long ago they were talking with Cramer about how much they used to love to "bathe in the sea" (go swimming in the ocean). Earlier this week, when I was asking Mary how she would spend her holiday she said "Maybe Matthew could take us to the beach?" And so the plan was born.

This afternoon both women arrived tentatively at the ORR house. They borrowed swimming clothes and plastic bags to protect their hair, and were trying to come up with excuses not to go in the water. As excited as they were to go to the beach with us, they were also nervous. Especially Piko, who had not even touched her toe in the ocean for 30 years! (Yet she lives across the street from the ocean). We all (Cramer, Jen, Andrew, Mary, Piko and I) piled into the car Liberian style and drove to one of our favorite swimming spots. The two Liberian women were very reluctant to go into the water. I had to promise Piko I would not leave her side. We walked into the ocean hand in hand in hand. Mary and Piko laughing all the way. About 6 inches in Piko was on all fours crawling through the surf and a few seconds later Mary was behind her. Then they were on their feet again, we got about waist deep and the waves were coming strong. Piko said she was in far enough, but I pulled her farther in. She was unsure, but off to the left Mary was diving face first into a coming wave. Not wanting to be outdone by her friend, Piko was soon diving in too.

We spent about an hour jumping and playing and laughing in the surf. I really think it was one of the best things I have done in Liberia. To see these two women, who I have come to love so much enjoying themselves like school girls in the surf, "bathing in the sea" like they did 30+ years ago before war and death and life changed things. It was precious, amazing and an honor to be a part of. It also was hilarious!

So, maybe I don't know why we celebrate Armed Forces Day in Liberia, but I know that today we celebrated. We celebrated overcoming fears and war. We celebrated life and fun and good friends. Boy did we celebrate!

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Baby Wonderful

I met Baby Wonderful when I was in Liberia last spring. The first time I saw him he was very sick with pneumonia. A week later after a quick trip to the hospital and a run of antibiotics he was looking much better.

My co-worker (from the good old ICU at Tacoma General) Lisa's daughter had sent along her very own Webkins horse to share with an orphan who did not have any toys. Wonderful was the lucky recipient of her horse. Before I returned to Liberia in October Lisa told me that her daughter kept a framed picture of Baby Wonderful in her room and talked about him often. They were anxious for an update.

I was not able to visit the orphanage home were Wonderful lives until last week. I could not believe how much he had grown! He is the pride and joy of the orphanage director there and seems to be thriving (but a little shy of the camera). He was even running and kicking a soccer ball with the other kids. It was great to see.
So, Lisa and family- this is for you. :-)
(If anyone from TG reads this can you make sure Lisa sees it? Thanks!)