Last week when I went into the dojo for my usual Tuesday afternoon class, Kevin was there with his ankle all taped up. It's a funny thing: the man can brave post-earthquake Haiti, mercenary night raiders, and rain storms without much more for shelter than a blue tarp, but bring him home, give him a shower and a hearty meal, and he slips on the wooden floor of his own house and sprains his ankle.
But he heals quickly, according to Tammy, his wife, and so he was there, ready for class, and also had with him a friend. I was delighted to recognize Lex Edme, who had come to the States for a few days to help Kevin raise some more funds for Grand Goave Mission of Hope. It was an honor to shake his hand and thank him for giving so much of himself to his community, and providing a channel for those of us who live different lives to help out a little. I even got a picture.
Kevin told Lex about the knitters, and how much of a help we had been in the fundraising effort. Lex was a little surprised. He added: "We don't have a lot of knitters in Haiti." I told him that didn't matter, knitters are just like that. Kevin sent this along to share with you all when he forwarded me the photo.
Now, back to the knitting.