I didn’t even know his name

It was to be my last trip to Haiti for the foreseeable future, and I felt like it was right to be transparent with certain people - particularly the boys of the English class at CERMICOL.

As I started to share my new reality, many boys looked sad. Some looked shocked, but I noticed one boy in particular drop his head. And then he began to weep.

The more I shared, the more he wept.

When other boys asked to pray for me, I took this boy’s hand and asked him to sit with me. He sat down, I took him in my arms, and he continued to cry.

And I realized - “I do not even know his name.”

After we finished our time together, he told me, “You care about me. Haiti Awake cares about me. No one else cares about me.”

And I didn’t even know his name.