God’s perfect timing. It took two hours to travel the treacherous roads to Carreau Daty today. It began with a stop by the national police a block after we left the District Center. Delay one. About the same time, an accident was occurring on the mountain road back to Basin Blue. The truck loaded with passengers met an oncoming vehicle with no place to go. The driver’s choice was swerve to the right and go off into the ravine, or left and into the mountainside. Left it was. But the truck flipped over spilling the passengers and pinning the arm of Samuel Emire beneath. The pain was so excruciating he fell unconscious. Five or six of the travelers were severely injured. Those who lived closest to Port de Paix were taken there. Samuel was taken to the clinic at Basin Blue.
After seeing the well projects completion at Carreau Daty and the amazing progress on the new building, DS Zamor decided to take an alternative route home, but soon after leaving, the truck bogged down in a rut. Delay two. The men of Carreau Daty had to come and dig and push us out.
As we rolled into Basin Blue, two men waved us down on a motorcycle. An injured man needed our help. We turned around and went back to the city square where a group of people had gathered. The injured man needed to go to Gonaives. We loaded him into the front passenger seat. The Basin Blue Clinic had basically splinted his arm in two places and wrapped him in gauze. He had received a shot of pain killer at 11:00 am. It was now 2 pm.
Our passenger was Samuel Emire, a Christian from Gros-Morne. The bone-jarring ride was hard for the three of us in the back seat. I could hardly imagine Samuels pain as only skin and muscle hung from his right shoulder. How could the timing of these events line up so precisely, that we would be in Basin Blue at the exact time Samuel needed help? Only God!
I was moved to tears as I thought of the Parable of the Good Samaritan. We were in the middle of its reenactment. We fed him with the snacks we had left in the truck. We got him cold water and a fruit drink. And wouldnt you know it I had some left over pain pills from my knee surgery to share, because it is not an easy ride from GM to Gonaives. We drove Samuel to his home about a block from our Gros-Morne church where his wife joined us.
We took them to a place where they could catch a ride to Gonaives and paid their fare with some extra for expenses. Pascal took their phone number so we can follow up for any extra expense. We knew we were in this by providence, so we joyfully tried to be the good neighbors Jesus would have us be.
David F. Nixon, D.Min.
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