We met lots of kids on our first day in Haiti.  They were all friendly and they loved the attention.  Before arriving I’d managed to learn to say a few things in Creole.  One such thing, which I used a lot, was “Kooma ou relle?”  That means, “What is your name?”

On our second day a cute little girl ran up to me for a hug.  I picked her up and asked, “Kooma ou relle?”

She looked at me with an impish grin and responded in very carefully pronounced English, “You know my name.”

Dang.  I was busted.  If I’d met this girl before, I just could not remember her name.  In my defense, we’d met lots of kids and I’m not very good at remembering names.

Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I pretended that I did remember but that I was playing a game with her.  So I starting saying things like, “Hmm.  Is it Sally?  Is it Elizabeth?  Is it Maryanne?”  Each question drew giggles and an increasing insistence that I knew that wasn’t her name.  All the while I was looking around for Cherie, who is great with names, so she could bail me out.  Luckily she came over. I managed to whisper a question to her, and she whispered in reply, “Tabitha.”

For the rest of the week, whenever I saw Tabitha we played a game about me not remembering her name.

It’s a silly and pointless story, but I have distinct memories like this about so many of the kids we met.  And when I think about what life would be like for Tabitha and the others if it were not for Danita’s Children, it motivates me to continue spreading the word.

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