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.

Love Wins

One comment on “Tabitha

  1. Rachel says:

    What a beautiful young lady, such a contagious smile!


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