6-Month Update

Just back from an amazing two weeks in Peru, which culminated in a 3-day visit to the NPH home just outside of Lunahuaná. Once I get some pictures up and thoughts gathered, I'll be posting some thoughts & comparisons between the countries of Haiti & Peru and the different NPH home experiences, but until then, I thought I'd post a link to an update from Fr. Rick, the director in Haiti.

Haiti update: 6 months later.

So much is happening down there, and NPFS is definitely poised, more than most, to accomplish some incredible things.

A little anecdote about my own 6-month anniversary experience:

On July 12 I was in Cusco, Peru. My travel buddies and I had plans to visit the Sacsayhuaman ruins and explore some of the sites in downtown Cusco and the artsy San Blas neighborhood. We hopped in one of the hundreds of rickety little cabs navigating Cusco's cobblestone streets and I negotiated the 4 soles that it would cost to drive up the hill up to the ruins (after 4 days trekking and biking to Machu Picchu, the last thing we wanted to do was hike up another hill). I took my usual spot in front next to the cab driver and we started chatting. He asked where we were from, what we do, and if we were single?!? (This seems to always mean whether or not you are married, which is a perfectly legitimate question in a country where 23 is definitely an old maid).

I asked him what he did, and he mentioned he's in his last year of school to become a civil engineer, and that he actually volunteered in Haiti rebuilding after the earth quake. I was pretty shocked that a. we happened to get into this cab, out of hundreds, driven by someone who had experienced Haiti post-earthquake, b. that he offered this information without me mentioning Haiti at all, and c. that it happened on the 6-month anniversary of the quake. I briefly shared my own experience, pointed out my scar, he shared his condolences, and we hopped out of the cab. Although the next few hours I spent exploring the ruins, navigating Incan tunnels, and sliding down natural rockslides, I couldn't shake the intense feeling of that serendipitous interaction.

The afternoon was just as powerful. We stopped into the cathedral, which, like most, was lined with smaller chapels. One in particular actually had benches in front of it, so I was curious why it was so special. This chapel was dedicated to the patron saint of Cusco, El Señor de los Temblores. The Lord of the Earthquakes. I'm not a good Catholic or even good at praying, but I lit a candle and stifled some sniffles (sound carries in Cathedrals) on one of the benches.

Altogether, some pretty powerful events that, for a person with relatively little personal faith, were strong enough to elicit some feelings of "something bigger" moving things around in the universe.


  1. Thanks for sharing such an amazing experience!

  2. I hope Molly heard our prayers!

    Synchronicity happens all the time, if you look out for it. Doesn't necessarily prove that there's a god/higher power to me, but it definitely illustrates that we're all connected. :)

    I kinda wish we could've seen if the Lord of the Earthquakes was still "lily white as the day he was made" under his robes, as the guide book suggested, though. I'm too curious for my own good... :D


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