Last week we met Yola, who lived in the states for several years and came to visit her family. She was here when the earthquake happened. She decided to stay in Haiti to help, and she is managing a hospital that is very close to our base camp. She is very nice and was happy to have Donna and me as part of her medical team in the hospital. So we agreed to work at the hospital on the busiest days. We thought about this as a great connection for our team, but something amazing was about to happen the first day we went to work. That Monday we were there at 7:30 am. Donna and I worked hard all morning until 2 pm before eating any lunch, but it was a joy for us to be taking care of the people who came in need. We were in charge of IV treatments. There was also a place for wound treatments and another for nebulizer treatments. In one side of the big tent, there was a pharmacy where the people got their prescriptions. We had translators to help us , and for me, it was easier, because I am from Chile and there was no problem in communicating with the Columbian doctors and the Spanish speaking patients. The people were so grateful and we were happy to help them. Our journey was almost over in the hospital when the last patient arrived shaking because of fever. He received his IV treatment, and the doctor said that this patient had malaria, so we had to get blood samples. He was lying down still shaking when I came by his side, saying, “God bless you” in Haitian Creole. He replied, “merci”. It touched my heart to see him shaking and being grateful. He spoke to me in English, so I asked him if he would let me pray for him? He said yes, so Donna and I prayed for him. He was so thankful. Then, I asked him if he knew who Jesus is? He said yes, and then I asked if he knew that Jesus loves him? Yes, he said. I asked, do you know that He wants to give you a new life? He smiled and replied, “Yes”. I finally asked if he wanted to accept that new life. He did, so we prayed, and he accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior. When we finished the prayer, I called him brother, and he was so happy. He asked me, “Are you my sister now?” I told him, “yes, God is our Father and He will never leave you.” I realized by this time that there was no fever, and he had stopped shaking. He was glad and saved! Our driver and translator, Antoine, came in and invited him to church, and he will come next Sunday. Also, his Christian mom was in the room during this conversation, and it was complete joy to hear her son accepted Christ as his Savior. As I was coming back to base camp, I was thinking to myself, this experience makes the whole trip worthwhile!
“I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven when one sinner repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.” Luke 15:7
Perla Diaz Contreras
Base Camp Nurse