This is Damas (rhymes with Thomas).
He was one of my favorite people that I met in Haiti last week.
Damas worked with me and Brad (in the ball cap) in the pharmacy as our interpreter. He translated our instructions to each patient that came through the clinic.
He was very good. VERY GOOD.
So good, in fact, that one of the doctors stole him from us on the last day. (But, I'm not bitter).
I LOVED working with Damas. He was such a good communicator. He listened carefully to all of the instructions and had such a gentle way about him. Brad and I knew we had such a gem. Unfortunately, we were bragging about him to everyone else and then one of the doctors stole him from us. (Oh! Did I already mention that?)
Okay--back to the story.
One day, Brad and I sat down for a lunch break with Damas. We asked him some questions about his life and he shared his story with us.
Damas grew up in Jacmel. He was raised by both his mother and father. If I understand correctly, he didn't have any siblings.
He was able to attend high school (which in and of itself is a rarity in Haiti). After high school, he moved to Port Au Prince to attend the University. It is his dream to receive a college degree in business and go into management. He isn't picky about what kind of management. He would like to manage a store, a company, any kind of business really.
He was at school during the earthquake. He and some friends had gone outside to hang out in the courtyard when the earthquake began. They felt the full force of the quake but were outside in an area away from the buildings and falling debris. When he turned around, the University was completely flattened. There is nothing left of it.
He lost many friends that day.
When he told us his story, he fought back tears.
He is now back in Jacmel, living with his parents. Their home is still standing and he feels very blessed.
He has no plans for continuing his education. He hopes that one day the Univeristy will be rebuilt and he will be able to finish his degree. He has 2 1/2 more years of study.
At this point, he is just thankful to be alive.
I was so impressed with him. He looked at the time he spent with us in the clinic as "good experience to help prepare him for his future".
I am thankful that I had the opportunity to work along side him.