“I found him.”

Jen from the D.R. posted the following story on her blog. She has been helping out with several medical clinics in and around Santiago, translating for the doctors:

I was translating for Amy, a med student who was seeing patients. It was fun bribing the kids to take the parasite pill even though it tastes terrible. Family after family came to our table and Amy was able to prescribe meds, administer first aid and even send a child to the hospital who was so dehydrated that the doctors said he could have died that night.

While we were working a woman came in with her child. I didn’t look up at the woman at first because I was staring at the little boy. I thought that he could quite possibly have been the most beautiful child I had ever seen. Even if he had been small for his age he couldn’t be more than three years old. His skin was almost charcoal black and his features were perfect except for the red damaged eye. His countenance was serene showing neither fear nor acceptance. To me he was stunning.

When I looked up at the mom I saw that she was lighter skinned and in the Dominican style dress. The boy was obviously Haitian and the woman was obviously Dominican. Given the racial and political tension between the countries I thought it was interesting that she should bring him, maybe for a neighbor or something.
So I asked “Is he yours?”

It caught my throat when she simply replied “I found him.
“You found him?”
“Yes, on the side of the road. There was no one around. He is with me now.”

The boy had fallen on a stick and hurt his eye, Amy prescribed medicine as well as children’s Tylenol and whatever else they needed. But that answer kept playing in my mind over and over “I found him.”
The woman, by all appearances, didn’t have much herself. And here she was taking in a child that was not her own to feed and clothe.

I wonder, how many children are not so fortunate to be found. And if they are found, by whom.


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