Ripe Mango Chronicles

I was sitting in my office, dripping with sweat.  I had to sit directly in front of my little fan for a few minutes before I could reach down to open my bag. It is just so hot these days, like deadly hot, with no relief. I wiped my brow, then wiped it again as I had already started producing new sweat and pulled myself together. I got out my computer, pulled out some files and got to work. A short while later a few kids came bouncing into my office with giant grins and something tucked up their shirts, or hiding behind their backs. They then proudly pulled out their report cards and handed them over with a smile. I was so busy trying not to drip sweat on my keyboard that I had completely forgotten that our primary kids were getting their final report cards today. The kids were so proud of themselves as they handed their reports over. The chatter was constant as they lounged on the couch and leaned all over my desk.    Eventually Ochanel came wandering in jus

There are so many days I feel like I have the best job ever, and this Saturday ranks most definitely as one of those days. A group of our young men (Wish I could say boys, but they're too manly for that anymore.) are in a Christian rap group. If you follow my blogs, you'll have heard of them before. They call themselves Young Hope. We brought them to Kenol's old church in Port au Prince to take part in a rap concert. I figured they would be one of the first groups to play as they are just starting out, but group after group was called up and more and more people were showing up. I kept getting more and more nervous. Kenol was called up to share a short message, they collected offering and yet another group was called up. I started really freaking out now because the group was really REALLY good. I didn't want our boys to have to go up there after them...but of course, as soon as they were finished Young Hope was called up to take the stage. My heart was pounding, I