This is exactly what the St Luke Foundation does every day, we forget our pain to go and help others even when the road is difficult, even when there is no gasoline. We pay elevated street prices and remove the stones in the path so that we can continue to help. We will push the trucks if we need to in order to continue the outreach support where it is most helpful.

This week when Wilflo returned home, everyone wanted to see him. His family and friends greeted him with a welcome worthy of a king. They surrounded the car excited to see and talk to him. The phrase "Oh dear Jesus!" is what they all said over and over.

Dear family and friends,

The last weekly update I sent was a strong attempt on my part to find a silver lining in many dark clouds,

I had hardly pushed the "send" button when another thunderhead roared at us, and threw lightening in all directions.

Marie Ange was kidnapped from our NPFS home for children called St Anne, the community made up of both disabled children and very small fully abled children.

Gunmen came over the wall, made their way across the roof of the pigpen (where we raise the pre Duvalier era Creole pig, to try to reintroduce it to the peasant farmers),

and without effort, climbed down the ladder used for reaching the cisterns where we reuse water from our Tilapia farm to irrigate the fields.