It took just a week after installing the spa before the request came from Melissa for a return visit to Fern Forest Treehouse. Melissa came up last fall from Boston for an overnight retreat from her work as assistant to Ophelia Dahl at Partners In Health. Paul Farmer and his crew kept her at her desk ten or twelve hours a day, and she was exhausted. H and I pampered her and were delighted when she contacted us to say she wanted to come up again, this time bringing her friend Kim, assistant to one of the physicians on the PIH team.
They arrived in Melissa’s Subie (no problems with the snowy driveway) just before nightfall and were glad to accept a glass of wine to mellow out from the drive and from their work at PIH, which has been madness since the earthquake in Haiti. Kim was in Port au Prince when the quake hit. The United Nations mission building where she was in a meeting shook but stood solid while other buildings just outside the windows crashed pancake flat to the ground. In the back of her mind Kim remembered advice to get to a doorway, but her legs wouldn’t cooperate as filing cabinets toppled and desks skidded across the room as if fleeing for their lives. Someone yelled to get out of the building and as she dashed for the stairs, a desk slammed into her shin but the bone didn’t break.
Outside the streets were chaos. Kim remembers screams. People running without direction. Confusion. Panic. Disbelief. Haiti has had its share of hurricanes and quakes, but how can anyone get used to feeling the earth come alive under her feet? I’ve always counted on the solidity of rock, always been glad to get off a boat or a carnival ride and set foot on “solid ground.” It seemed that January day in Haiti’s capital that there was no solid ground. Anywhere.
When the shaking subsided, aftershocks continued to topple buildings, trapping people in the debris. The physician Kim works for whirled into action to help the injured, and Kim followed her verbal commands to do whatever she could for others. For three days she didn’t sleep except for a couple hours in the middle of the second night when she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. On the third day she and others who had been at the UN building were ushered to a helicopter and taken to the Dominican Republic. Kim didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay and help. But she and the others were put on a plane back to Boston.
Since the quake, Kim and Melissa have been working twenty-hour days at PIH. They’ve coordinated flights donated to take medical volunteers to the crisis center on planes owned by Timberland, Fed Ex, and other companies. Celebrities have lent hands, too, like Matt Damon, who personally arranged for a private plane. Lately they’ve been fielding requests from people volunteering to go to Haiti, rejecting all but medical personnel with experience in third world countries. The time will come for those interested in building, but first the injured and ill and about to give birth need attention. And then there is the possibility of virulent diseases caused by unsanitary conditions, dehydration, starvation, and decay. If you go to Haiti anytime soon, Kim says, realize that you may not eat a square meal, sleep in a bed, take a shower, or use a flush toilet for weeks.
Halfway through a second glass of wine we’d finished a plate of cheese and crackers, and the young women headed to Bristol for dinner, ending up at Dan’s Place where there was music and games of pool and laughter and pretty good veggie burgers. When they returned, H turned on the spa jets, and they had a soak under the stars. It was nearly 10:00 this morning when they trudged in from the treehouse, bundled in their down coats, and sat down to frittata, granola, fruit, and hot coffee. I suggested a snowshoe into the woods, but they had work to do and settled on the couch with laptops, iPhones, and binders of documents to collaborate on next week’s PIH business.I often think I don't do enough to serve the world. But at least I can serve those who serve. At least I can show them how much H and I appreciate the work they do and the generous hearts with which they do it.