I guess that name was the best one we could think of! After all, he had been dropped into the outhouse when his mother went there to “dispose of him!” She must have had too many mouths to feed. When she left, the infant continued crying. An older man heard the “baby cry,” and quickly, he found a rope! He had the men lower him “down into the filthy outhouse” with a bucket. He managed to put the baby in the bucket, covered with feces, and crawling with roaches. When the man and the “bucket” reached the top, the ladies came and took the baby and washed him.

From there, he was sent to the children’s hospital and then to the children’s service area. That’s when we got a call asking if we would take him in. That was 20 years ago. Today, Moses is working part-time on our “painting team!” He has one more year to go to finish Haiti’s “13” years of school. (He is in 12th grade now!) He loves soccer and wants to be a mechanic! We just want him to make it from “the outhouse” to the “Big House!”

Sherry