Oh No

This happened after the med mission and toys and new group meeting, but I didn’t want to end that blog entry on a sad note, so I decided to place it in another one.

The only news today is that there’s a Haitian man sleeping in the kitchen just behind my house. When my first neighbor told me this I thought to myself I wish I had an extra blanket and pillow to put out there. But when my second neighbor also alerted me to the situation, and told me that the man is “crazy” I told him not to worry about it. He mentioned that my doors are easily opened by someone who wants to, and it is true. I’ve heard too many stories of volunteers’ homes being broken in to, so I can’t really insist that my neighbor let it go. I’ve learned time and again it’s usually wise to trust the locals. So my neighbor wants to call immigration and get the man sent back to Haiti. It of course makes me sad to be directly involved in a situation like this, but my neighbor hasn’t called immigration on any of the other illegal immigrants living here, so it makes me wonder if there just might be a real threat with this man. My heart goes out to him, especially if he does suffer from mental illness, but I suppose it is better that I let my neighbor look out for him than risk having my house entered.