It’s been over 4 weeks since I have been home from Haiti. A lot can happen in 4 weeks. In 4 weeks I restructured an after-school program and cleared the rubble from a handful of homes, and helped build the shell of a school, and climbed a mountain, and learned Creole, and found a new place to call home in the open arms of Leogane. In the US, a lot can happen in 4 weeks also. I was overtaken with and recovered fully from Dengue Fever, presented with several interesting and very different job opportunities, stuck on an emotional rollercoaster, said goodbye to two of my closest friends who left the city, and watched my brother say “I do.” Time passes quickly, no matter where you are. It’s just amazing how differently time passes.
Yes, I have recovered nicely from Dengue, despite my 4 days in the hospital and infectious disease scare. As to be expected, the first thing I did after feeling better was…you guessed it – run. Of all the things I had been missing while stuck inside resting, trying to beat out the mosquito born sickness, fresh air and running were top of my list. It was like taking in a lungful of oxygen after being suffocated for days. It was like finally being able to move again after too long of lying paralyzed. It was medicine for my body, heart, and soul.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking in these four weeks. I’ve written several closing remarks and discarded them all, mainly because I hadn’t realized I wasn’t ready yet to write what needed to be said, that was still being worked on deep inside me. Two weeks out with Dengue Fever gives one a lot of time to think. My thoughts went everywhere. For most of those two weeks, I must admit, they were rather negative. Not towards my sickness, I still find it rather comical that that was the big “thing” I came home with, but more towards life, my life, and how I felt back in the meat of my existence. Being cooped up in a sunless apartment without fresh air can do that to you.
But once I was able to walk outside, everything began to change. The moment the sun kissed my cheek my heart of ice started to melt. The more I walked around outside the more I shed the negativity and found a new perspective I hadn’t expected and hadn’t had for quite some time. When you can’t do anything for two weeks, you realize how blessed you are when you can. I had a heightened sensitivity for how lucky I was to be healthy and mobile…and alive. It wasn’t just the sickness, but the two weeks of milling over every part of my life that brought me a certain clarity – one I had not anticipated. As if everything was going to be just fine. It would all work out. It always does. Believe me, dear reader, it always does. And I let go of so much stress and anxiety. I left go of so much baggage – and just let myself be- for someone who is used to always “doing,” it’s hard to allow yourself to “be.” It took Dengue Fever to give me that outlook and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
Thinking back, I can’t help but wonder if a new perspective is what I was supposed to learn on my trip. Working far too many hours at jobs I didn’t like to be able to follow my dreams and then getting so bogged down at work that I wasn’t able to do what it is I came to NYC to do started to take a toll on me. A lot of things were wearing me down. And the fresh, clear viewpoint I was supposed to gain in Haiti got lost somewhere over the water between Port Au Prince and New York City. So sickness knocked me out for a couple weeks during which time I had nothing better to do than re-evaluate everything. Sometimes it takes a little more to get my attention. But this time I listened. I knew there was a reason for everything that was happening and I wasn’t missing out on it again, who knows what the next extreme would be! It may take a bit, but sooner or later I always come around.
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It would have been easy to fall into the self-pity and “why” trap following my return. The last thing I needed was to take more time off work and watch as the unpaid bills pile grew larger and larger. And after a month of service it didn’t seem “fair” to get so sick. But I learned a long time ago that life isn’t fair – if I ever doubted that my mother was sure to remind me. I don’t know how many times I heard “no good deed goes unpunished” during my spout of Dengue. I laughed; it’s such a funny and seemingly true phrase. But all I kept thinking was how fortunate I was that I didn’t get a 103-degree fever in the 106-degree temperature in Leogane. I thanked my lucky stars that I came back from a disease-ridden 3rd world country with a viral illness and not malaria. There were so many reasons to be grateful. Was it a disappointment? Yes. But did I get the better side of the coin? Absolutely.
The week of recovery following the hospital I contemplated that peculiar phrase over and over. No good deed goes unpunished. And then came the day I went to the billing office in Jacobi Medical Center. One office visit to the Parasitological Lab with over 20 tests run and loads of tubes of blood drawn, one night in the ER where I received both a CT scan and a spinal tap, 3 nights and 4 days in the hospital, and plenty more tests and blood drawn – with no insurance. The man behind the desk apologized for the amount and handed me a bill for 170 dollars. I nearly fell out of my chair. Based on my earnings they were able to scale the bill down from thousands and thousands of dollars to 170 for EVERYTHING! Also, having looked at the original bill, I was aware that the generous and kind doctors who had taken care of me had left off several things. Not only was the bill unbelievably low, it also covered me for the next 6 months. If I need to come to the hospital or ER at all between now and January I can go to Jacobi free of charge. Incredible.
I walked back to the bus station, partially in shock, yet ecstatic over the news. And it hit me. Like someone turning the light on or finally pulling the shades. Bad things happen. That’s a part of life. No matter how much good you do, no matter how many people you help, no matter how generous you are – bad things still happen. Everyone suffers at some point. We all hurt, and break and cry, and fall apart. Nothing can stop that. But I believe that the more “positive” you put into the world, the more you get back. I wasn’t being punished for helping. It wasn’t some sort of reverse karma. One way or another I was getting sick. But because of the past month, I was cut a break on my illness. I was cut a break on the bill. I was cut a break on so many things. Does that make sense? Are you getting what I’m getting at? We can’t stop bad things from occurring, but we can lessen the blow – I believe – by the works we do. Maybe, just maybe, sometimes all the good we do can ease the pain when it comes knocking.
So do good, dear readers. Give more than is comfortable, care more than is safe, believe more than is wise, and at all times, with all people, allow yourself to love. Maybe that is actually the “big thing” I was waiting for. Find joy in everything. In the midst of the storm there is still much to be thankful for. There is always something to be thankful for. Take each day as it comes because each day has so much to offer if we open ourselves to the unexpected.
Yes, find joy in everything… that is something I learned first hand from the people of Leogane.