"After sunset at the mission, our kind pig escaped from the watchful children of our mission; the animal ran throughout the camp and nobody was able to see him or catch him. The children, the Sisters, their veil floating in the wind, the Marines, everyone was running in every direction… Then, the one Marine on watch, up in the makeshift watchtower, grabbed his infrared binoculars and guided our little toddlers in their pursuit after the running pig: Run that way! Oh, you missed him! Faster! Finally, the whole thing ended up in general giggles from the part of all the Marines, Nuns and children, out of breath in the race. Our impertinent pig… was sent back to his dwelling!"

Fraternite Notre Dame's religious, as for them, built the orphanage, with the help of a team of masons from Dumay.

You have to specify here that a torrid heat covers this sunny country, and at times torrential rain covers the land with a mirror of water. The Brothers and Priests from Fraternite Notre Dame give all their energy also to build the walls of the orphanage and dispensary, so as to offer basic medical care to the sick.

With your 4 X 4 (already tired of its sojourn in Haiti) fully loaded with building supplies, you are crossing the river but time is short and there it breaks down, and you get stuck in the mud! Then you need to go look for help!

Just imagine us, ironing clothes! With a coal iron, at the light of a kerosene lamp! "Sparks from the coal spot the clothes, and a gust of wind blows the lamp off." It is only a matter of patience…
Education is also a full time job, when it comes to these little children as well as older ones; we have to form adults who may know how to revive the country and ensure education and health care for all.

One of our Sisters testifies to it through these simple, short anecdotes. Speaking to charming though mischievous little Francis, while catching a glimpse of the doubtful appearance of his hands, at lunch time:
- Did you wash your hands?
- Oh yes, Sister! Answered the child, with his joyful and pretty little face.
- Now, when? Replied the Sister, astounded.
- Yesterday Sister!

Little Joseph, entrusted to us by his father (a widower at that time, now deceased) was nothing but skin and bones; at 18 months, he did not yet walk, and would cause you to be thrilled with horror. Today, he is a very healthy little boy.
How many families cannot send their children to school, for, in order to cross the river in spate, they have to get up at 4 a.m. and find their way around, or across it, the children on their back, to reach the school, located 8 kilometers away.

Not a single week elapses without some people asking us to accept one more child, for a host of reasons, each one very acceptable: no money; nothing to eat; the