Yesterday I went to Port au Prince to visit two attorneys.  A woman and her organization did adoptions but many of us were betrayed beyond belief.  Couples have lost thousands and thousands of dollars and many will never be able to adopt.  The nightmare is like something you read about or see in a movie or watch on the news. It could never really happen to you.  Well it did, it affected my three boys being adopted and also my license which was done totally wrong and turned into IBESR the social service Haitian government. Her partner a Haitian turned it in when I was in Michigan so I never got to review it first.

So now I am trying to help parents either find their children whom are missing or help them finish their adoptions. These past few months have been very stressful.  We still aren't sure our three boys Marc, Wesley and Xavior can ever be adopted but now all the facts and paperwork are in the hands of two attorneys who will find out and if still possible do it right.  My license book which I was charged $2,000 and refused to pay the balance of another $2,000 must be almost redone and I don't know of anyone that can help me. Now IBESR is waiting until September to come out with a new law on how to get your orphanage licensed.

Wesley's father showed up last week. He has only one arm and is in a wheelchair from the earthquake.  I gave him $550 to pay his yearly rent. He lives about three or four hours from here. His wife left him recently, they have four other children.

Sometimes the mission money goes to help other people not just this orphanage. A man showed up at the gate with a paper from a hospital and his son had a ruptured appendix.  He needed $100 for the hospital bill. I gave it to him.  That is a lot of money for a Haitian family to come up with.

Jennifer Hurst an 18 year old very mature young woman has been staying with me for one month. She has been a huge help and I will miss her terribly.Today we noticed the same man walking down the street  with a huge load full of sticks on his back all hunched over in his bare feet.   Often I see him and always feel so so sorry for him.  We approached him and offered him a ride which he accepted. We bought him water, Gatorade, chicken and rice and then drove him to his destination.  We should all make it a point to help someone everyday of our lives no matter what part of the world we are in. That's what I call working for Jesus. :-)

talk to you next time. Oh I am getting excited, my husband is almost done working in Antarctica and will arrive here around March 12th.

In Christ our solid rock. Annie