Mar 6, 2018

Recent Trip to Haiti

Many of you wonder what a weeklong mission trip to Haiti is like, so for this report I am reposting my daily reflections from our trip earlier this month. I hope you read all the way through and welcome your thoughts about the work and the people.

February 5, 2018

It was a hectic day of packing -- last minute packing, at least on my part -- and organizing transport to the airport for the team and a load of donations. We're doing something new this trip. We shrank wrapped all the donations and were able to fit 50lbs in each our bins. This trip has been more relaxed than in the past, probably due to having Nathan and Tricia going with us. We also have actual dates and times for most of our meetings.  


Easy check in last night at JetBlue. They even gave us 5 checked bags for free. Lat time around, 10 parcels cost over $1000, so free is a true blessing. Maybe we should've taken more with us, but we didn't know they would treat us so well. Eileen says it's because I schmoozed for ten minutes with the crew. God blesses those who answer His call. 

Leg two is done and we are safely in Fort Lauderdale. Now the final leg of the journey. Port au Prince tonight could be interesting as it is Carnival. 

I was talking with Nathan just now about returning to the island ten years later and preparing him for what lies ahead. They say that flying from Florida to Haiti only takes only takes 2 hours, but you arrive 100 years back in time. This isn't true for those of us with a mission heart. We see the smiles, we hear the music, and we enjoy the dance. 

Once we arrive we need to clear customs and find our driver we don't know (yet) in a mass of bodies, and then squeeze 7 people, 10 bags and crates into a vehicle, which we have not seen, and hopefully settle in to our lodgings to prepare for a series meetings. Meetings are fluid in Haiti, so we will know tomorrow how today went and then adjust for the week. 

Keep the prayers and support coming. 

February 6, 2018

Haitian Real Estate

Yesterday was what has become the norm for BonZeb in Haiti. It started with a simple breakfast of eggs, tomatoes, toast, juice and strong Haitian coffee flavored with brown sugar from the cane. Then the long drive to Hinche.

We arrived right on time for our meeting with the land owner and notary (Who is a government employee). After an hour of pre-meeting discussions we sat in a small office with the notary, landowner, her daughter and son, a neighbor, and our 7 member team. This part of the meeting consisted of hand writing an agreement verifying the
last survey and an agreement to sell. After an hour of writing there was discussion once again about fees, size of property and current land lease.

During discussions we found out the family had lost the actual deed. New step in the process: go to the court and request a new copy. The landowner headed that way while we headed to the property for another look and to get some GPS coordinates. We came back for another chat with the landowner. She was frustrated that the judge told her she needed to go to another office to get paperwork filled out before he could grant her a copy of her deed.

We made our way back to our residence,  the Emmaus Retreat Center. Once again communication became an issue. The reservation confirmed by the director in December was not conveyed to the staff in his absence. But they scurried around to prepare rooms in the newest building. We were able to relax with a bit of breeze on a 93 degree day.

Had a very nice dinner as a team and then we off to bed. Listening to the new addition to the animal menagerie, the wild turkeys, slowly falling asleep to the rhythms of the generator -- which thankfully kept the fans running most of the night. But let's not go into today's tale until later.

God's blessings on all of you who read this simple message. Thank you.

Day Two, or is it Three?

February 6, 2018

It depends on how you look at things. Sunday and most of Monday was spent traveling, but we had great encounters along the way.

I spent the last leg of our journey to Haiti talking with a man and his daughter, who were returning home after a few days of fundraising in Georgia and the Carolinas. He has a school in Gonaives that he is trying to support. His daughter Ann is in her third year at the National University in Gonaives studying International Relations. So a trip abroad was good for her.

Our conversation then turned to why I was going to Haiti. It made the three hour flight fly by telling the tell of BonZeb and HEAR. But why am I here? It is one thing to relate the tale of being hounded for two years about the leadership needs of a school in Haiti, while being focused on leading a group in building a Catholic Youth Retreat Center. Or the tale of students and faculty of that asked for help after I departed as school president. Or is it the story of bringing a woman into our home for months to protect her and her unborn baby, a beautiful bouncing boy. Or was it the comment from the first MBA graduate through HEAR, who told me that if all I ever did for Haiti was to allow him the opportunity to make a difference in Haiti that would be enough.

It could any or all these reasons. But I think it is summed up better by the conversation that began the moment I stepped out of the van after a night and day of travel and into an immediate conversation with three gentlemen from Iowa, who were just completing their time here with another group. I am here because of a call that I first responded to 50 years ago. "Do something!"

It was a simple call that came to a young boy sitting in the pew awaiting the start of another early morning pre-school mass. Ever since that day I have tried to stay busy doing something.

When we see a need, do something. When we are confronted with an issue, do something. When you are overwhelmed, do something. When you're depressed, do something. When your body aches, do something. When you feel weak or useless, do something. When you are in need, do something. When you are fulfilled, do something.
When your lost, do something. When you're found, do something. It is never too late or too early to do something.

As I have done most of my life, I have responded to this call, and I have been blest, and I have been cursed. This path is not easy, but is easier if you are just trying to do something. This path is ripe with frustration, but it is made easier if you are just trying to do something.

If you are willing to put away your watch, your calendar, and unplug your phone, you will be able to hear the call and see more clearly what it means to "do something."

More ramblings about today's adventure a bit later. Please keep the prayers coming. 

Peacocks and Slapstick

February 7, 2018


We shared a hearty breakfast of eggs, tomatoes and lettuce, porridge and meat, rolled ham, coffee, coffee, and a little more coffee, topped with a nectar and with three scoops of sugar added. Then there was the conversation with a man visiting Haiti to help churches run a camping program. It felt a lot like the David and Tom hour. Wonderful sharing faith, mission, vision, and new friendship.

After breakfast we packed for the day, and our long drive up the hill to Bucantis. But first it was a stop at the bank to convert cash to charcoal. Those in the banking field will like this.

Valery and I enter the bank and get into the queue. A gentleman comes to tell us to return to the desk by the front door. In a moment I am signaled to sit in the chair at the left of the person behind the desk. The person sitting there is asked to step away. As I sit down I notice all his paperwork still sitting on the desk in front of me. The person in the chair to my right whispers something to the person behind the desk and then stands a leaves. The person behind the desk than speaks (whispers) in my direction. I don't understand and turn to Valery three feet behind me who whispers something and the woman behind the desk picks up a form and begins to fill it out. She looks up a speaks to me, I look to Valery who inform me she needs my ID. I do as requested and she takes my cash, does a calculation and gives the slip she has written and my cash and sends me back in the queue. Valery follows me in the line. When the bell rings (nice touch) you have to look up and figure out quickly which of the five tellers rang it, because none of them look up and the bell rings before the previous customer steps away from the counter. I go for the right teller with Valery right behind me. Then Valery received a stern whisper from a burly fully armed guard that only one person at a time can approach the teller window. Luckily the next bell to ring is for the teller next to me. Valery is soon once again by my side and he can once again return whispers with whispers and I receive my change after the teller counted it and the manager recounted it and then the teller the counted it out to me.

One hour after entering we exit back to daylight. Next stop: buy minutes for our iPhone which welast used over 6 months ago. The sim card, we were told, needed to be replaced. Then the fun started.

While installing the previous SIM card, the clerk had broken off the cover that protects the card. So today's team, Moe, Larry and Curly, couldn't figure out how to take the card out, at least until one popped off her earring. Once out, a new card was placed in the phone, but the phone wouldn't accept it. I suggested that the card might be bad, but was informed it was brand new. After a little cajoling, I had them test it in a different phone and it once again didn't work. Bad SIM card. Then we moved into another with the same effect. Then the card couldn't be removed. After another hour, I suggested buying a cheap phone which we did. We bought 35 minutes and where then informed we had 150 minutes the first weekend. Why didn't we know this before we put minutes on the phone? Only Moe, Larry or Curly knows.

Upon departure, we decided to see if we could find a cake at a market for Tricia' s birthday. This is when we learned Hinche is not as big a town as we had thought. Afterall, it is the capital of the Department of the Centre and the seat of the Diocese of Hinche. But alas it has but two markets, neither of which carries pastries or much of anything. For locals this is fine, as there are hundreds of street vendors serving up every conceivable dish from bbq fish on a stick, to bbq corn, breads, and much more. But we have found through experience that our palate doesn't truly appreciate street cuisine. So off to the mountain, sorry Tricia.

Once again we place 7 people in a 5 passenger vehicle with a back end loaded with donations.

We arrive at the office to meet with the farm manager and discuss how the distribution will take place and how we might interview the workers and people of Beiucantis. Then it is off on the 5 mile, one hour commute up to the farm. At various points on the drive, the back seat revolts and jumps out to walk rather than be shaken like pinball machine. We climb rock walls in our mighty Toyota and finally reach the farm.

The workers and their family members are thankful for the abundance of clothes. They also participate eagerly with Valery and Nathan in the interview process. After which, we head out on a trek through the fields to an outcrop where the workers have a house built so they have a place to watch fields and protect them from fires. We could see a blaze farther up the mountain. But it is a beautiful spot with gorgeous vistas.

Then it's late afternoon and being out in the 93 degree sunshine it is time to head to the barn a try a cold shower to relax. Only to walk out again into a 93 degree evening. Ahh, but the cold or cool or semi not warm beer hits the spot. Until tomorrow.

Thank you again for your support and donations. More pictures once we have proper internet access.

Cokes and Conversations
February 8, 2018

Another day, another long and dusty road. But many blessings along the way. After a bit of disappointment -- we were not able to close the deal on the land this week -- we left Hinche this morning and did another bank transaction at Unibank for payroll. I invited everyone in for the experience.

Once again we were taken from the queue amid the ding ding dinging tellers. This time to be lead to what appeared to be an office. It was not. It was the continuation of the teller counter with no room to open the door so we had to go in close the door and move behind in order for the next person to enter the room. Fanfan, Valery, Tricia, Nathan and I wedged ourselves in. Then the process begins: form filling, ID checking, form checking, and than the wait. We discovered about twenty minutes in that they were collecting money from all the tellers to have enough for our conversion.

With our task finished we piled into the truck. Tricia, once again, rode on someone's lap in the back seat, and we made our way to Benico. Tricia was happy we were not doing the last few miles to the farm. One trip to the top is enough for most people, but our staff makes this trek faithfully five days a week. God bless them. 

We arrived at the office. The crowd began to gather even before we disentagled ourselves from the vehicle.  We quickly opened the donation bins and sorted as best we could as the crowd pressed in. To create some order, Anaxe explained a system starting with Grandma and proceeding to the children -- each one walked away with a new toy. In twenty minutes, the piles where completely depleted, even the pink cowboy boots. We conducted some more interviews with workers and neighbors, and finally we were on our way back to Port au Prince and it's endless traffic jams. 

As a bonus blessing on the drive back, we stopped on the outskirts of Port au Prince to drop off Anaxe, and as we pulled up, he asked us to come meet his family. After three years, we finally passed muster, and he opened up his home to us. As we walked the path to his house, we past a small church. After meeting his wife and five children, we sat down for some cold Coca-colas and conversation. We discovered Anaxe was the pastor of that church outside, andhe and his wife run a k-6 school. He felt a call to preach after a recurring dream he had as a 22 year old.

Anaxe is from a family of 18, and his brother and his father-in-law are also pastors. As we left, after meeting his brother-in-law and sister-in-law, he walked us through his church. There are too few seats for the 150 member congregation, so many bring chairs from home every Sundays. 7 families currently live in the church building because they cannot afford rent (which is paid annually). Anaxe's extended family is moving in with him share expenses, as well. And this man, father, minister, community organizer, and faithful servant chooses to work for us because he believes in our mission. Wow!

Needless to say, we left inspired and energized. We discussed ways to help his ministry, church and school. And I was touched by a simple observation I made earlier in the day. Anaxe didn't ask for any of the donations. Even when I suggested holding some aside for others, he declined. But he did slip a little hotel bottle of lotion into his pocket, probably a little gift his wife. 

After Junior maneuvered his way through the crowded streets of Port au Prince, we safely arrived back at Matthew 25. We were just in time to meet two new groups from Washington, DC and Minnesota. They picked my brain over dinner.

We had surprise visitor to dinner tonight. Msgr. Pierre Andre Pierre, the president of Notre Dame Universities of Haiti. The Monsignor and I discussed some possible collaborations. His school of bioengineering is just outside Hinche, and could assist us in the charcoal conversion process. The school of agronomy could assist us in starting farms around Haiti. And the engineering schools could help build kilns in Haiti, to our specifications. As if that wasn't enough the Monsignor is interested in collaborating with Concordia University to fill scholarship spots for Haitian scholars in the future. We hope to encourage more schools to offer scholarships to students from Haiti. And help find scholarships for students to attend universities in Haiti. 

It's been a long day, a fruitful day, and a day ending with so many wonderful blessings, kisses, hugs, smiles, and more hugs. 

Tomorrow, we are off to visit to the orphanage to discuss how we might assist them. I am sure more blessings will fall upon our group and those with whom we share THE love.

We Stop for Coffee

February 9, 2018

What a wonderful day the Lord blessed us with today.

We started the morning with a peaceful rest. I slept hard. They had to wake me for breakfast. The morning's cold shower was not frigid. The breakfast was not hot (a trade off for sleep). But the conversation was delightful. Then it was off to the bank, wait, we didn't need to go to the bank to request more checks. someone else will take care of that. Another blessing. 

Time to reconfigure the GPS, if we had a GPS, and head to Rebo cafe. Some nice lattes, mochas, chocolate caramel macchiatos and a banana muffin. Our morning meeting with pastor Olistin started, almost, on time. He was going to lead us to the Onaville Baptist Orphanage, which we would never find without him. But he needed to run an errand. Something for his vehicle. Great. We could go across to the Rebo Coffee and pick up the standard 24 bags to give away in the coming months.  

In Haiti, ordering coffee can be a long, complicated process. 1. Tell the clerk what would, repeat twice. 2. Have Valery reconfirm. 3.  Enter the order and calculated. 4. Have calculation checked. 5. Repeat order stressing whole bean and not ground. 6. Take slip around the corner to pay. 7. Check payment twice. 8. Return to clerk who reads back what you just paid for and takes your receipt and issues a filling slip. 9. Take that outside and down the walk to the warehouse, it's full of men just waiting for another order. 10. Having pulled the stock is checked with two other men, they hand over the beans. That was the process today. But it just seemed quicker. Maybe because it was only 90 degrees and not 99. 

Then quick call to pastor to check on his progress. It will be another 30 minutes, so a short debate commences. Do we sit in the car? Or go back into the air conditioned cafe? So second breakfast is declared, and we order sandwiches, fruit, smoothies and sodas. Being in Haiti, fast food is not fast, and just two bites into our food, pastor Olistin is back. We are now two hours into our three hour meeting.

So Tom and Valery opt to ride to Onaville with pastor Olistin and conduct our business along the way. At the orphanage, we are greeted by a throng of tiny hands and kisses from the older girls. Then a tour. We see the new building and hear the vision for the future of the project. After a short interview, we were on our way up the coast to meet another young man.

More on that tomorrow.

New Friends and Old Bones

February 10, 2018

Yesterday we had a series of interesting meetings, starting with an invitation extended to the gentlemen at Reno Cafe to join our table. My kids have always been a bit embarrassed by my habit of starting up conversations with strangers, just about anywhere. Jason Good, our new tablemate, is a Mennonite missionary who coordinates teams throughout Haiti. After a nice chat, card exchange, and a prayer for our respective ministries, we parted ways. 

The afternoon was a drive, too short, up the coast to Titayen for an appointment with Achemetre Jean Felix. He coordinates a transition program to prepare students for the International Baccalaureate Exam and entering university. As we spoke, he gave us a bit of his story. The program's first graduate was accepted into the Notre Dame Universities of Haiti Nursing School in Hinche but was unable to attend because the tuition -- about $1000 a year. Jean Felix himself could not attend university for similar reasons, but he taught himself and continues learning. It was inspiring as most conversations are in Haiti.

As the meeting broke, we entertained visiting a local beach, but quickly discovered there was a $15-$25 fee, per person, just to dip our toes in the bay. So instead, we headed to Croix-des-Bouquets and the nationally renown metal art center. This is an entire neighborhood where rhythmic tapping of hammers on nails to tin or steel is the background music of industry. Tap-tap-tapping echoes for blocks as each house is a small factory turning out small, medium, and large metal art. The Tree of Life is particularly popular item, but each is different. Each piece is intricately chiseled from a single piece of metal. 55 gallon drums are opened and pounded flat with a hammer. It's painstaking work just to create the canvas. The lids are the perfect size for a tree of life. A can might be used for a single large piece or smaller pieces might be chiseled off to make bowls, cups, and various design elements. Each house has a pattern maker and chiselers of all sizes. Children hold steel plates down with their toes as adults work the larger steel. It's quite impressive to watch, and of course, everyone wants to show you their work.

 After selecting a few pieces for our grandson's preschool auction, we were on our way home. 6 kilometers, the last 6, only 3.7 miles, but 90 minutes in traffic, even with a detour ( or shortcut) through the river. We were glad there's been no rain this week and  the water was relatively low. We dropped 40 feet down the banks of the river and backtracked, only once, to avoid the garbage fires that take up the riverbed in the dry season. When we finally made it home for the night we were beyond tired, at least this grandpa was. The constant bouncing, swaying, jostling, and banging off of ceilings and windows has taken its toll on the old bones. Sleep is not what it was a few days ago.

 That is part of the adventure -- meeting new people, sharing stories, visions, dream, hopes, and desires. It is also the challenge of taking the road which is literally less traveled. We often want to bail out, like few days ago, when the road looks impassable and impossible. But we must have faith in our call, faith in our mission, and most importantly, faith in our God, who can do anything, anytime, anywhere, and any which way He wants. It's just fun to be along for the road.

 More to come.

A Day of Rest
February 11, 2018

Saturday has its traditions. For many years, we have used it for R&R before the day long journey home. So after a final chat with a group from San Antonio over a leisurely breakfast, we finished packing. Our the first attempt to make weight didn't make it. We were moving to another residence for the night. A 39 member group is arriving later in the day. We will head lover to Domond's home this evening.

Traditionally, we spend the day at Visa Lodge, a quaint hotel a few minutes away. They offer a buffet and swim combo, internet access, usually, but not today, and a large pool deck on which to host visitors and enjoys the amazing view. This is the day old students and coworkers drop by and we meet candidates for our scholarship program H.E.A.R.

Today is no different.

The first is Machena, a young woman we met last year. At our first meeting, she spoke little English and was very quiet and shy. Today she spoke very good English and was a bit more outgoing. She told us she's followed our advice and has completed a 3 month English immersion program and scored a 5.5 on her IELTS test. Dedication and a strong desire for education can found everywhere across Haiti. We are hoping to find an opportunity for her, but attending school locally has become increasingly difficult.

Next, we were joined by Oscar, a former staff member at Louverture Cleary Ecole. He is currently working in logistics for another NGO out of Michigan. It was nice to see him after nine years.

That is the end and flow of our last day in Haiti. Eating, talking, dreaming, swimming, drinking water from a glass and not a bottle, and flushing toilets. It's the little things that make visiting the Lodge special.

The group arriving at Matthew 25 was delayed, so our plans changed. We stayed later than expected, but the time was filled by a conversation with a gentleman called Piglet -- because his father was called Porky. For 18 years, he's owned a well digging operation in Haiti, drilling 70 wells per year. He is quite a character, as you'd expect of a man named Piglet.

After a few hours of chatting we had another visitor. Msgr. Pierre Andre Pierre arrived unexpectedly with Marilyn, from the parish of St. Francis de Salles, in Delmas. The church was created from the ruins of many local churches that collapsed in the 2010 earthquake. We shared our plans with Marilyn, who happens to be a PhD in agriculture. More discussion of our vision left us pleased. One takeaway for me was her smile when we said BonZeb has a mandate to pay our employees 20% over the current minimum government wage, and no less that $5 per day. She told us that that was a generous wage for field hands, who often make less than $1 per day. That is one reason our staff is so happy to have us in the zone. They told us many wonderful stories during our visit. We look forward to sharing them once they are translated.

This visit ended well after dark. Once Domond arrived we drove to his house, a beautiful home with tiled floors, wood accents, and a beautiful courtyard. It would make a great airbnb. Domond and his wife were perfect hosts and we relaxed a bit after a cold water rinse. It was another day filled with surprises and conversations. Now it is time to sleep.

At the Airport

February 12, 2018

Our last day in Haiti. Time pack and repack, trying to get balance the weight. A lovely breakfast of eggs, tomatoes, pineapple and juice, coffee with cream and brown cane sugar to follow, all over a slight debrief.

So many sights and sounds, faces etched with struggle. So many lacking the necessities of life -- water, fuel, food, clothing and work. So many children without clothes, shoes and no way to get any. So many orphaned simple because their parents just can't take care of them. There are the smells of the streets and the markets, the layer of dust that covers everything, no matter how often you clean. The aqua and deep blue waters of the Caribbean, the mountain vistas and so much more.

Now it is time to go. The road to the airport is much improved. The entry process, the drug sniffing dog, also new. The ticketing process much smoother, as well. Until I hoist up my bag. 4 pounds overweight, a quick repack. Then the boarding passes won't print. Then a fee for each checked bag -- even though they ought to be free.

 Okay, now it's time for a security check. Passports out, once again.

 We are in the terminal. We head upstairs to do the normal shopping -- tasting rhum, sniffing cigars. Use the restroom. Enjoy the air conditioning. And it's time to head to the gate, but first another security check. Where are the passports? 

 We enter the glass holding pen. It's air conditioned, but not every blower is blowing. The occasional puff of cool air is familiar now. It's been this way for days. This room was built when the planes coming and going were much smaller. Now, as the room continues to fill, the temperature rises and the occasional puffs of cool air a harder to feel, but the humidity of the crowd is not.

 The flight is called, a more orderly process than in the past. At least most people follow the loading pattern, group A, followed by group B, etc. Once again, tickets are out. Just past the counter you must give receipts to pick up your parcels. Each store does the packaging differently. It's a puzzle that takes 3 hours to solve. Which bottles will go in which checked bags. You can't carry on a fifth of rhum. Hmmm...

On the plane at last. Everything is back to normal right? Oh! That would too easy. The first seat I sit in, next to my wife, is not my seat. Oh! Okay. I'll move. The next seat is broken. No. I don't want to sit with a spring or two inserting themselves into my body. I don't like to be probed. I find a new seat next to Patricia. Great. I plug in my headset. Nothing. Select a channel. Nothing. 30 minutes into the flight they show me this model takes a few more steps. Okay. I rest for awhile.

 Let's see what the next 12 hours bring.

Back in the States
February 12, 2018

For the past three months, I have had very limited mobility. I have a couple of pinched nerves in my back. It has been a long recovery full of physical therapy and pain meds, with the goal to be able to walk 2-3 miles per day. During PT I couldn't walk more than a mile. I prayed just to be strong enough to do what needed to be done. Not so amazingly, that is exactly what I did, 3 miles per day.

When I was diagnosed, Eileen said the cure was to go to Haiti. I know God let us do what He had called us to do. But now that we are back at JFK I am back in a wheelchair, being pushed through customs. But I am not upset. I am glad that God answered my prayers. I knew going in this might happen, but I wouldn't change a thing. Well, maybe I would've swallowed my pride, shown a bit of weakness, and used my cane. But that is on me. I'm still working through things in my journey. A little discomfort, a little pain, should not stop us from answering our call.

As I always do on these trips, I ask those with to journal and reflect on what they experience. To follow the three rules for life. 1. See, Hear, and Feel. 2. The wisdom of the group is always greater than the sum of all of its parts. 3. The implicit must become explicit while the explicit becomes implicit. Understanding these simple rules can make a huge difference in one's life, but only if we take the time to reflect on them. They are helpful when examining our day before we sleep. It is what I will do again tonight. I will also pray for each of you, thank you for joining me on this journey.

Praise God for He is good. His love endures forever.

Nov 27, 2017

The Big3 and a Bigger 40

This week we have celebrated Thanksgiving, Black Firday and will soon participate in Giving Tuesday. BonZeb has will also celebrate our parents, and founders, who were married on November 26th, 1977

This week they celebrate their 40th anniversary.  They don't want any gifts. They don't want to take a big trip. They want to mark the occasion by raising money for a good cause. 

Whether finding scholarships for HEAR, fundraising for schools, or hosting countless visitors in their home, Mom and Dad have been helping people in Haiti for years.

Their current project is BonZeb, a small charity with a simple mission, to bring jobs and sustainable fuel to Haiti. Charcoal is the dominant fuel in Haiti and the search for cheap cooking fuel has deforested ninety eight percent of the country. BonZeb aims to create new jobs in Haiti farming elephant grass to make sustainable charcoal and save the island's forest.

Any money they raise will go directly to helping grow new businesses in Haiti and save precious natural resources.

Our current goal is to raise $4000, one hundred dollars for every year of marriage, but the ultimate goal is to riase $40,000. Anything you can give is a great help. Please consider honoring Tom and Eileen with a donation of $40, $400 or even $4000.

Thank you.

Oct 6, 2017

Hurricanes wreak havoc on Haiti

Hurricane Season Blows Past Haiti

Just as farmers in rural Haiti were recovering from last years Hurricane Matthew, they were hit by another massive storm. Hurricanes Irma and Maria never made landfall in Haiti, but it still brought strong winds and inches of rain to an already fragile country. 

The northwest and northeast departments were hit especially bad. They were neglected last year after Matthew as the recovery efforts focused on the destruction in Grand'Anse. After recovering what they could of last years crops, farmers in the north were counting on the latest harvest. For many it was carried away by the wind or drowned in the flood. 

Bonzeb would again like to help those in need. Last year's Hurricane Matthew fundraiser was a great success, and we'd like to do it, again. We're accepting donations via PayPal specifically for hurricane recovery. With the money we raise, Bonzeb will help our neighbors rebuild in Benico and Bucantis. 

Your donations will go directly to rebuilding, directly to the hardest hit, directly to people. There's no overhead, no fuel for helicopters, no CEO salaries. If you can help us, please donate today.

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