I wrote this on Sunday

                Yesterday John woke me up at six to paint the pool some more.  I was really out of it I’m not sure what came out of my  mouth, it was probably not completely understandable.   We did the second coat of light blue in the pool.  Then I went with Shelly to take David, the little 5 month old who is being adopted, to get his blood drawn for a test.  I held him still while he screamed as they were trying to find his vein.  They had to stick him at least three times before it worked and even then they hardly got any blood, the nurse said it was enough though.  They were not using gloves, that weird-ed me out.  As soon as they were done I turned him around and held him.  He immediately stopped crying and laid his head on my chest.  I got to feed him and make it up to him. I don’t think he hates me.  The whole ordeal took about 15 min I think. 

                When we got back to the house I went over to the clinic to help for a little bit.  Jen the doctor put me to work putting together hygiene bags.  When I got back John and I went and started painting the skirt around the pool a darker blue. It got to dark to finish, I'm hoping to finish tonight.

                We had 20 extra people for dinner (that makes about fifty people).  We had ham, beans, salad, apples, mangoes, and cheesy french bread.  Someone told me it was 104 degrees that day with the humidity. 

                Went to church this morning.  We drive through the city to get there, so I got to see a lot of the destruction.  It was very surreal. There would be three buildings sandwiched together and the one in the middle would be destroyed and the other two still standing.  There were a few large buildings that still had the main cement posts standing and a spiderweb of re-bar cris-crossing between them. And then there was a pile of rubble under that.   I saw that a lot of people were living on top of what was left of their fallen houses.  What struck me though is that it didn’t seem odd to me, it was just life.  I thought about the differences between here and the USA and you cant even compare them. Its like they are just two different places not connected with each other in any way.  I Cant really explain it to you other than when you are here nothing seems odd, but if you were to hear about it when you are in the US then it would seem terrible.   Take the roads for example.  I didn’t even notice them, they were just roads.  But then I remembered what roads at home looked like and realized that if these roads were there no one would drive on them.  I have a hard time walking down them.  The main roads are paved but all the one going through the neighborhoods look like washouts on a logging road.

                 Church was good.  We had it outside the building. I'm not sure if it was because they are scared to go inside or if there is another reason.  I Stood at the back.  Skinks kept running past, it was rather distracting.  Pastor John taught on how things could be good or bad.  Like how blocks that make up your house can protect you from rain or heat but they can also crush and kill you.  Your words can build up others or destroy them.  He has an interesting way of preaching.