Bettin’s House: After the Earthquake

I showered outside and Bettina was adamant about me hurrying. Two sheets were attached to a wall to provide privacy but no one trusted the wall. It was high, but people could easily walk and peer over. I was smelly from the bus ride from Santo Domingo. Bettina brought a bucket of water and soap. She left. I was no stranger to bathing outside, having done so in the mountains of Mt. Kenya and in Kenya’s Masi Mara village, but I was on the side of a house about to bathe in a narrow walkway with only two sheets and a brick topless wall blocking me. I was afraid but fear gets us nowhere so I brushed it off. I washed the important spots quickly.

Meet Bettina I am in the process of trying to organize sending supplies and necessities to Bettina and her village. If you are interested in helping me figure this out – I have no idea on where to start – say something. Watch yourself…