Sunday night after the Daytona 500

The race is now over and all of the yelling and shouting may be over. The race fans, outside our door, really got into the race and sat in front of the TV from 1PM till 7:30 PM. By the sounds of the shouts, the end of the race was exciting. The group got back from Basin Blu just in time to take off for Ti Moulage. Many of us stayed home to nap, read, watch the race, or just relax. I was enjoying my nap until the start of the race and the sounds from the television. It sounds like the group had a great time at the waterfall and at the beach. There are some really sun burned people tonight calling for the Lidocaine jelly. Donna and Kay are still dealing with tummy problems but they report that they are well this evening. Mary Steiner, Carol Steiner and I walked up to the Jacmel Platz hotel for dinner. We had deep fried fish, pomme frites (French fries),3 crepes, and water for $400.00 Haitian which is about $ 28.00 US for the 3 of us. It was a fun walk on the dirt road and on the main road. The cars, trucks, and motor bikes pass very close to you as you walk and even if you think you are facing traffic a vehicle can pss close by as it attempts to pass 1 or 2 cars at a time. I had a close brush like that on the way home.
I realized today trhat I have failed to mention that we have two great “new” things this time. We have water pressure as Dick has installed an auxillary pump. And even better, there is a hating element in the hot water tank and the showers are warm and sometimes hot. That is very nice.
I want to share a prayer with you that was read at our prayer service today. It was found on the internet at http://snp.homestead.com/PrayerHughes.html if you would care to view it.

A Prayer For the Children
Ina J. Hughes
(an American school teacher)
adapted by James Steyer


We pray for the children
who sneak popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who can never find their shoes.

We pray for the children
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire,
who cannot bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers,
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead in,
who never go to the circus,
who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for the children
who sleep with the dog and bury the goldfish,
who bring us sticky kisses and fistfulls of dandelions,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money.

We pray for the children
who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up.
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.

We pray for the children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse out the tub,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church or temple and scream into the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose tears sometimes make us cry.

We pray for the children
whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
and live and move, but have no being.

We pray for the children who want to be carried
and for those who must,
for those we never give up on and
for those who don't get a second chance,
for those we smother...
and those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.

We also listened to the Mass readings for the day and a listened to a reading from Isaiah 58 which I encourage you to read.
I need to get off so that we can get a message from Jeremy and Lori.