This post comes to you from my quaint living room in my little upstairs apartment I lovingly refer to as my little ‘cottage’. I have an apple cinnamon candle lit and am sipping on a chai latte I made from the Trader Joe’s mix I anxiously await all year. I am taking a minute for myself and letting life sink in.
Todays topic of choice is one of much interest. ‘Ah Ha’ moments. You know what I’m talking about. Those moments where there is a shift in the universe and things seem to be coming together, even though you weren’t sure they would.
A few days into our most recent trip to Haiti, one of our machines just wasn’t working. In light of having a few other unpredictable hiccups with the machines, this was not the kind of news we wanted to hear. The feed dogs weren’t sitting parallel with the arm of the machine and therefore, weren’t able to pull the fabrics through accordingly. We informed our interpreter and friend, Marc-Endy. He casually mentioned that he knew a man in the village who could fix it. I remember a sense of disbelief coming over me. There’s no way that in the middle of a third world country we could find someone able to repair this machine…And after only 15 minutes, the man walked in and sat down with Marc-Endy and I. Out of his pocket, he unfolded a piece of paper that was fragile, old, and I could see it was of great value to him. It was a certificate from a school to, in fact, repair sewing machines and was completed in the late 90’s. I was in total shock that this paper was in such great condition and that he was able to keep track of it for so long! Let’s be real, it’s almost as old as me! And just like that, he looked it over, took it apart, put it back together, and voila! IT WORKED. Magical words when you find yourself farther away from a sewing store than you’ve ever been. On top of it all, I payed him $15. He was thankful and so were we. He made twice as much as the average Haitian makes in ONE MONTH, and we got an insanely good deal. In the states it would have cost more than $50, not to mention having to ship it back and forth. I explained to him that this could be extremely beneficial for him, too. Our machines will break. It’s a fact. And knowing that we have someone capable of fixing them who lives 1/2 a mile from our little fair trade factory makes us breathe a little easier. And reminds us that we are on the right track.
You see, when you find yourself doing something good, really GOOD, things are bound to go wrong. I believe that there is an evil force trying to trip those kinds of people up. But, there’s an even greater force working for the good of us all. In the end, those small miracles are what keeps us going. Little reminders that we are fighting the good fight.
As my grandpa always (let’s be honest, within the last few years) says, keep on keepin’ on.