By Amanda and Greg Buell

As we were getting ready this morning, plans changed suddenly, we were going to do water trucks.  Our first stop was the filling station, which was a short drive from the guesthouse.  While our truck got in the queue for filling, the tap tap was parked in the middle of the station.  There was a lot of action around us: other trucks being filled, mechanics fixing broken trucks, cows wandering, goods being sold, work on motorcycles and a few just using it as through traffic. 

After the truck was filled, we headed to District 17.  There was a different feeling in Cite Soleil than in the other places we had been in Port Au Prince.  The shacks were very close together, there was less solid concrete structure, and more tin roofs, tarps and sticks.  Children were the first to see that we were coming, they ran up to the tap tap and the moment we stepped out, they jumped all over us!  It was a like a joyous reunion.  Others came up with buckets and the line formed.  A few of us played with children while the others ran the water hose line.  This stop is used to Healing Haiti coming in, they are currently building a church on a 20-foot pile of garbage.  Sounds crazy, but they put in the footings already, digging down into the pile of garbage so the church will be built on solid foundation.  We walked out to the site with some neighborhood children to sing and dance. 

We went back to the filling station, this took a little longer, there was more traffic at the station.  Our next stop was another district a little deeper into Cite Soleil.  People here were also used to Healing Haiti coming, but there was a longer line for water and more children.  Some highlights included: children playing in the water under the truck, a dwarf elderly woman kissing us and blessing us, people of all ages bathing in the water, children singing and dancing.  While Greg was running the hose with one hand, a little child came up and grabbed his other hand.  One striking thing was that the block we were on was one district, the next district just down the street looked different – it was a different color (more brown and grey) and there was definitely a human climate difference between the two districts.  Women and children from the next district came down to the truck and we were allowed to go just into that district to help deliver water.  There was graciousness all around.

Back to the filling station for a third fill.  This district was near the ocean, the children noticed us first, waving and running after the tap tap.  There was an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation for the water truck to arrive.  People were lined up the moment we arrived.  This stop was the most focused on the delivery of water, though the children still clung, our team was deliberate about getting the water out and making sure there was little waste.  While we were moving buckets down the line to be filled, one woman gave me (Amanda) her baby while she got her buckets filled.  The baby started crying so I held him with one hand and moved buckets with another.  When the woman was done, she came back for her baby.  Other highlights on this stop were: organized chaos, a high need for water, motorcycle pushing through the crowd right next to the water truck, and walking out to the pier to see the ocean.  When we walked out, many children and others walked with us.  There were people working on making fishing nets and men out fishing.  Women were cleaning fish and there were just a lot of people milling around.  The boats were beautiful, the people were beautiful.  We hope they saw Christ in us and in the water we delivered.