Saturday, September 05, 2009

An article I came across...


After years of traveling to Haiti with volunteer medical teams, a Vancouver couple has stepped up its commitment to the poorest country in the Americas.

Joe and Linda Markee have created the Haiti Foundation of Hope to firm up their support for a village so poor it barely has dirt.

People around the country have been helping, which is why Linda Markee opened an envelope recently at the downtown post office and found a $2,000 check from Michelle and Barack Obama.

"I went to the bank and said, 'Look at this!' And they said, 'Wow!'" Linda recounted.

The Markees' son-in-law, a member of the foundation board, called the accountant's office listed on the check to confirm its authenticity; so did an executive at the local bank.

According to online reports published after their tax records were released, that contribution was among $172,050 — about 6 percent of their adjusted gross income — the Obamas donated to 37 different charities.

The $2,000 sure will help, and the star power of the first philanthropists can't hurt. But the level of need is numbing, said Mike Wenrick, Latin America program manager with Portland-based Medical Teams International.

"We try to work with the neediest populations. And without a doubt, Haiti is the most extreme situation as far as environmental degradation, community health, household income," said Wenrick. "It's shocking when you go to Haiti and see hardships people deal with. It's an economy based on charcoal. Water quality is terrible. Years of civil war. It's by far the neediest by any indicator."

It can be tough even to savor the successes, said Joe Markee, who started making medical-mission trips to Haiti in 1983.

"When we took teams to Haiti, there always was someone who lived — someone who would have died without us," the retired doctor said.

It was a reason to feel excited, a success story to enjoy.

But a Haitian friend explained the tragic side of that story.

"You don't know about all the people who die when you're gone," their friend said. "So many babies die when you're not here."

Actually, Joe kind of had a clue.

"When a team comes in once or twice a year, people almost riot to get in," he said. "If there is a good chance your child will die, and the team is leaving, you do what you can."

The foundation brings more stable care to the village of Terre Blanche. The name — French for "White Earth" — reflects its lack of resources. That white "dirt" is calcium carbonate.

"You walk outside," Linda said, "and the sun coming off it is blinding. They have a hard time growing anything."

"It's desert," Joe said.

There's no drinkable water, and the road stops at a town five miles away.

Now the foundation is operating a school and a clinic in Terre Blanche.

"The Haitians call it a hospital," Joe said. "It's not a hospital."

The Haitian ministry of health found a physician for the clinic, which also employs a Haitian nurse, lab technician and pharmacist. The foundation, with an operating budget of $175,000 for 2009, pays the salaries.

The clinic also is a place where Medical Teams International can assign volunteer teams, and it's a reliable destination for medical supplies and gear, Wenrick said.

"We rely on partners to provide on-the-ground knowledge, and in this place, that's the Markees and the strong relationships they've built," Wenrick said. "They have the Haitian contacts who know the local needs and can provide the necessary leadership."

That's the key to progress, said Joe Markee, who's lost count of the number of times — "50 or 60" — he's gone to Haiti.

"Focus on one village," the 69-year-old doctor said. "Get to know the problems."

Linda, 67, said the Markees also gained a lot of perspective when they lived in Haiti for two years during the 1990s.

"I've heard people say, 'We're Americans, and we know what's best for you.'"
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www.haitifoundationofhope.org

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Saturday, May 09, 2009

You know it's interesting, I posted the email I received from my friend Brenda last week.. Yesterday I got a phone call asking about going on a disaster team to....where else??? SW Uganda. It's interesting how things come together.. I've been following Brenda on her mission via her emails/blogging...

I don't know yet if i'm going to go. The team I would go with isn't scheduled to go til the end of August...But it would be for 4 weeks. The longest I would have been away... So although I haven't agreed to join the team I am considering it with the support of my husband and kids...

Blessings,
Melanie

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

journal from my friend Brenda who just returned from a mission

I servied with Brenda for 3 weeks in Haiti, a wonderful friend, woman and nurse. She just spent 4 weeks in Africa and has been sending me her journals. I so can relate to the feelings she describes especially in the last paragraph.. Thank you Brenda for your service and dedication.
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Wednesday, May 5, 2009


I have been home now for a couple of days, and I must be honest and say it is good but strange to be home! Only a few days ago I was in a very distant location with completely different realities. Harsh realities that few of us living here in North America can even imagine. Realities of fleeing rebel soldiers coming through your town, shooting and killing people, looting and burning homes. Running with what family you could find with only the clothes on your back, walking for many miles over rough terrain until you reach the border of the neighboring country with thousands of others fleeing. Then being trucked like cattle for more miles to a resettlement village, being given a ration card, a portion of tarp, a jerry can to carry water, a hoe, mosquito net, and maybe a blanket. Finally, you are assigned a small plot of brushy land that you must clear before you can erect a shelter and start to plant a small crop that will not yield anything for 3-4 months.



We met many of these people in our 4 weeks of working in the Medical Teams International Clinic at the Juru-Nakivale Refugee Settlement. Some of these are refugees from Rwanda since 1994. Others are from the Congo arriving last December and January of this year. Ann and Steve heard more of the current stories from their patients, some too graphic and horrifying to share with you. I heard the stories from our interpreters and Ugandan workers. Very few in this part of the world go unscathed from violence. Yet there is little if any complaining heard and great evidence of hard work and endurance seen. The Africans I have encountered are hard working people, they do things in order to survive that I am positive I could not. They are resilient people and lovely people.



There are so many stories I wanted to share with you, and things I wanted to tell you about, but there is never enough time. My purpose in sharing all of these stories and pictures with you is so that you will realize that in this large world that we live in over two-thirds of the population lives in these similar conditions, stark poverty. That we are a blessed people with so much more available to us and so many more opportunities present for us than anywhere else in the world. We are blessed! Be thankful for all that you have and remember those that are less fortunate than you are. In your thankfulness reach out and help someone, become a volunteer!



There are a couple of books I would like to recommend: Me to We (Finding Meaning in a Material World) by Craig and Marc Keilburger, an awesome book for everyone, especially families. A Long Way Gone (Memoirs of a Boy Soldier) by Ishmael Beah, a true and very graphic story of a boy in Sierra Leone, it is the same story for thousands and thousands of children across the world.



Some last pictures to share with you:

1) A group picture of our clinic team, missing only 3 interpreters. It was a wonderful group to work with!

2) Young children having to haul heavy jugs of water from long distances, for drinking, cooking, and washing.

3) A ration card issued by the UNHR and the World Food Program. (by Steve Boyer)

4) A woman and her baby sit inside their shelter with all their worldly possessions. (by Steve)

5) A family portrait. (by Steve)

6) A family in front of their home. (by Steve)



I was thankful for the time spent with Steve and Ann, that is one of the perks of doing these short humanitarian stints that I do, spending time with amazing people that have been to the toughest places of the world. Steve asked me a couple of days before we left, "What do you think that coming on these trips and experiencing what we are, is doing to us?" I told him that I am not sure. It's possible that we suffer a bit of post-traumatic stress from seeing and hearing all that we do, and it certainly does change us, each and every time. But whatever it is doing to us, I don't want to do anything different. I am ever so grateful for the chance to rub shoulders and exchange smiles with these people that I can't even converse with. I am thankful to be able to learn from them how to be gracious and persevering in hellish circumstances. I am thankful for the chance to be reminded of what my priorities are: people not things.



Slowly reintegrating into life here, Brenda

Monday, March 09, 2009

Free to Be Me

I love that song by Francesca Battistelli. It really does express exactly where I am in life right now. I have spent much of my life worrying about what other people thought of me. I have focused on all the craziness and drama around me and let that keep me from being exactly who I was meant to be. I have freed up all those parts of me that desired to please everyone else around me. Now, my focus is on being pleasing to God. And because that is my focus, I am finally free to be me.

I am not perfect by any means and I make mistakes but I am truly focusing on the important things. I am focusing on loving God and loving people. I am actively seeking His will. I am not just going through the motions and pretending on the outside that everything is fine for everyone else. I am living life with all the passion that God intended for us to. I am actively seeking opportunites to serve Him. I am trusting that my Father is always going to provide for me. As long as I am actively and passionately seeking Him, I know that everything is going to turn out well. I know that He will care for me just the same as He does the birds of the air and flowers of the field.

What am I focusing on...well, I want to bring honor and glory to God in all that I do. I am excited about all the many things that are going on in my life. There's lots of stress but there are also tons of opportunities for ministry. There are tons of ways for me to share God's love with others. And even though there is a lot of stress surrounding me, I am finding peace in the middle of it all.

I'm preparing to leave in a week with my family for a vacation to Southern California. They are everything to me and I'm so excited to spend this time with them and create memories and just love one another.

So take a day off as you can and spend it with your family. You don’t have to spend a ton of coin–they just want time with you. It’s one of the best investmentments you can make. Let’s maximize on that investment, because if we succeed in our business or in our church but fail as parents and spouses, then we really aren’t successful. To me, I will have failed as a parent if my children don’t learn to love Jesus. So I’m working hard to model Him for them.

Blessings,
~M

Friday, February 06, 2009

CompassionArt Project

Everyone who faces extreme poverty also lacks the choices that we take for granted, yet not everyone who has limited choices lives in extreme poverty.

The truth is that poverty of choice touches even more than 2 billion of our us. When choice and options are limited, lives are held back and hope is far harder to find.

CompassionArt supports projects restoring choice and hope to people's lives. We provide funding to projects working with children in Uganda – some of whom have already endured the brutality of life as a child soldier – as well as children of sex workers in Indian slums. There are homeless shelters in the middle of wealthy western cities and orphanages in the middle of developing nations that are helped financially - as a result of the sale of CompassionArt albums, songs and books - all of them breathing hope back into lives that have been conditioned to believe that life may never get any better.

WHY FIGHT POVERTY?

One more question; why are we doing this?

Isn't poverty one of those things that will always be around? Or isn't this something that's best left to world leaders and kind-hearted charity workers?

This time the answer's simple; we fight poverty because it is there and because its presence brings shame on us all. Today, poverty should not exist, but it does. Why? Greed. But that's nowhere near being an excuse for doing nothing about it.

WHERE DO THE PROCEEDS GO?
Restoring the Sound
Preventing African schoolgoers from getting caught in a culture of gangs and violence. Restore The Sound uses music as a means to better themselves and their community.
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WHERE DO THE PROCEEDS GO?
Baby Watoto
In Uganda, abandoned children - from newborns to two-year-olds - are given care, medical support and a loving environment and a future in a family as part of the Watoto Community.
MORE

http://www.compassionart.co.uk/

Hilarious!

Thursday, February 05, 2009

There is Always, Always, Something to be Thankful for..

the key to my success has always been gratitude. I believe the events of my life have proven to me that if you work hard, always maintain gratitude for everything in your life and always seek to be of service to others, then you will be justly rewarded and can look back content in knowing that you lived the right way. I am thankful. I am happy.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Sensitivity

I have a love/hate relationship with my sensitivity. On one hand, I'm extremely compassionate. I love deeply. I feel things at a deep level. A simple news story will send me to my knees in prayer for days. I feel so badly for people going through pain, hardships, or turmoil. I HATE when people hurt. I want to FIX IT ALL right now. I lose sleep often, pondering how I can fix someones troubles or help them. I try to be intentional with showing my love to people and I try to find tangible ways to make a difference.

On the other hand I am completely sensitive and my feelings can get hurt so quickly.
I struggle with this and it's usually something said in passing and maybe wasn't meant to be malicious, but I take it as such, that I will spend a whole lot of wasted time trying to figure it out. I hate that I'm such a people pleaser sometimes. I hate that I don't have thick skin and can't brush things off so quickly and easily.

Why do I waste my time on this stuff? I'll move on, in time. I try to not hold a grudge. I try to not repay hurtful words with hurtful words. I don't ever bother to tell the people they have hurt me.....I wonder why that is? I hate confrontation and I hate to cause a stir...so I drop it with them, but the wounds stay with me for awhile, actually a long while.

I'm glad Jesus understands that words hurt. I'm glad He knows my heart and can help me move forward and forgive and forget. In my own power I can't....so I rely on His perspective and what He thinks of me more that what others think. I pray that I will think before I speak. I want to speak life and encouraging words. I want to be that kind of a person. Build up rather than tear down!

Encouragement

There are moments in your life that sets the course and makes who you are going to be. Sometimes they're little subtle moments. Sometimes they're big moments you never saw coming. No one asks for their life to change, but it does. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Long day!




What I looked like I'm sure when I got home last nite. I worked all day yesterday, went straight from work to a parent teacher meeting, and then to another meeting to scrapbook for our sorority. I finally walked through the front door of my casa at 9:30. It was a good day, just long and I was exhausted at the end!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

To Let Go

Someone recently sent me this:

Letting Go

To "let go" does not mean to stop caring
it means, I can't do it for someone else.

To "let go" is not to cut myself off
it's the realization, I can't control another.

To "let go" is not to enable
but to allow learning from natural consequences.

To "let go" is to admit powerlessness
which means means the outcome is not in my hands.

To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another
it's to make the most of myself.

To "let go" is not to "care for"
but to "care about."

To "let go" is not to 'fix'
but to be supportive.

To "let go" is not to judge
but to allow another to be a human being.

To "let go" is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes
but to allow others to affect their destinies.

To "let go" is not to be protective
it's to permit another to face reality.

To "let go" is not to deny
but to accept.

To "let go" is not to nage, scold or argue
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires
but to take each day as it comes, and cherish myself in it.

To "let go" is not to criticize and regulate anybody.
but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To "let go" is not to regret the past
but to grow and live for the future.

To "let go" is to fear less
and to love more."


HOPE

Thursday, January 22, 2009

January almost gone

Hard to believe we are almost through January already. Wow. Between work and just the busyness of life, time is flying by. We have alot of things coming up for us.. My daughter is having surgery in 2 weeks. We have a 2 week family vacation to Southern California in March we are gearing up for as well.

This last week I spoke to a big group of women (sorority sisters) at a potluck on my disaster response trip. As I prepared for it, and looked through all of my pictures and video clips again, I was flooded by all the emotions. I smiled, laughed, cried, sat in disbelief as I put together my powerpoint slide and figured out which stories to share, which ones not too. At the end of the night I had $200 in checks written out to Haiti Foundation of Hope. It's doesn't get better than that. I didn't ask for anything. I only wanted to share our story. And the fact I got to share it with a great group of women and sisters made it even better.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Kylie-ism.

Mom, you look better than you usually do at this time of the morning." (I suppose I could take this any number of ways... I'm choosing to take it as a compliment. :)

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Middle Place

Ok, so the youtube video I posted below is Kelly Corrigan, who read an excerpt from her book The Middle Place. I just read this book in the last 2 days and I'm getting ready to read it again. I would recommend it to anyone. In fact I've already given a couple friends I know copies of the book as I know they will enjoy it as much as I am.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

2010

I've signed on to a medical team to go back to Haiti, back to Terre Blanche June 2010. Until then I have some plans with my family, and will also see what happens with the disaster team... I'm excited to go back, so see Elvire and Delamy, and everyone...my other family...
Next week I am speaking before around 60 women about my disaster trip... I'm putting together pictures, slideshow... not to much to prepare, its all in my heart.

Have a great week.
Love, ~M

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Women

I will admit it, I am feeling very sappy these days. May have to do with the new year and all of the impending changes in my life, but I have to tell you, I love my girl friends. I am blessed to have an amazing group of women in my life who:

prop me up, laugh with me, encourage me, listen, cry with me, drink with me, love my kids, remind me of who I am, keep me sane, sit up with me and talk all night, humor me, spoon me during a sleep over when I am so lonely I can taste it, knock sense in me, make me work out when I don't want to, eat sweets with me, laugh at me, cry for me and tell it like it is.

A sorority sister sent this to me. It's an ode to friendship, to the ways in which our friends get us through the difficult periods of life. This is perhaps one of the most beautiful tributes to the quiet strength of women that I have ever heard. Its a true testament to strength of friendship amongst women. It brought tears to my eyes, and made me think of the women in my life, and how much joy and smiles they bring me daily. I love you b's!!!