Perspective

So while waiting for Michelle to do her photocopying (at the second copy shop) and we were waiting for a long time (this is the bathroom wait I talked about, you know, the one where Joe insisted I drink an entire energy drink before we left for the day...) we started to bake inside the truck.  Some of us stepped outside for a bit of fresh air.  Not me, I stayed right where I was inside the truck, not that that was any safer than standing outside but it felt like it was.  Anyway, as we were waiting, a half naked woman ran down the street acting really rather strange.  We just blew it off and one of our translators said (very matter of factly I might add) "She's possessed by demons."  Well that just took on a whole new meaning.  Here in the US, if we saw that, we'd say "She's crazy."  But there they say it like it really is.  I mean what is crazy anyway?  I'm not talking about people that do silly (crazy?) things to get a rise out of people or a laugh, I'm talking about the people that are really messed up.  We give them a label and the doc. puts them on meds.  In Haiti they probably send them to the Vodoo Priest.  Which is kind of the right idea, just the wrong place for healing.  Maybe if we didn't try to leave God out of the picture in so many instances we'd be going to the right place for healing and not see so many "crazy" people!