Oct 21, 2011
Early in my missionary career, I was invited to speak about our school in Haiti to a sixth grade class at Our Lady of Sorrows in Frayser, Tenn. Frayser is a largely blue-collar community of hard-working people who live north of Memphis. The school is encased in a positive moment of history. I remember being immediately impressed by the good behavior of the students.
To help the kids understand the difference between Haiti and the U.S., I told them that the per capita income in the country was less than $500. Unsure if they understood what this meant, I explained that whole families in Haiti struggle to live on less than a paperboy makes in the U.S. I knew they got it when one student asked, “How do they divide up their money for things?”
I also told the class that we could probably run our school for a day just on the lunch money they had in their pockets. This was not an exaggeration. Our school was smaller in those days, with a budget around $70 a day. With more than 25 students in the class, it was a good bet.
After the class ended, the students filed out. Each shook my hand politely and said thank you. The last young man in the line stopped. Once he got my attention, he handed me a couple of bills and some coins and said, “Here’s what was in my pocket.”