Myson

There are some kids that you meet quickly, and after a short amount of time, unless you see a picture or are reminded of them, you don't really think about them again. It is hard, in Haiti you see so many kids and they are all so precious, but sadly they just don't stick in your memory. But there are others, this is a story about one of those.
We were already in Port au Prince, plans had been made and surgeries scheduled. We had 5 kids with us who needed surgery for hydrocephalus and they were going to get it. Like everything medical, we were in a hurry up and wait situation. While we were waiting for the kids to get surgery, I got a phone call. A little baby had come to the Center that morning, he had hydrocephalus and was only 7 days old. His name was Myson. We knew if this little one would have a chance, he needed to get to Port au Prince immediately for surgery. His head was so big already, it was a last chance effort. Presen Dieu bought bus tickets for them and told me to expect them the next day.
When they got there the next day, it was not what I expected. We were sitting in a hallway in the hospital when two young men came over with a baby. The guys were exhausted from being on the bus all night. I took the baby and we waited for the doctor to give an evaluation. When the doctor was ready we went back. The doctor explained to the baby's dad that the hydrocephalus was too severe and that surgery was not going to be an option.
Obviously dad was devastated and shared the news with the baby's godfather. We decided to get food for everyone and make a plan for tomorrow. They handed Myson to me and they said they needed to leave for awhile. We were back sitting in the hallway with some of the people that came with us for surgery. When the dad came back, he sat across from me with one of the other dads on the trip. The other dad, his kid was supposed to have surgery later that day. But this other dad who was old enough to be Mysons dad's dad decided to talk to Mysons dad. He sat there and just talked words of hope and encouragement into this man, whose world had just been shattered. Even though there were tears the next couple of days, Mysons dad was ready to take him home.
We went and visited them the next couple Saturdays. The family lives in Chansolm, which is over an hour away from the center. Myson made it almost a month, before he passed away. The impact this sweet baby had on his family will last for eternity. His little life sweetly pointed his family to his Creator, and there is no greater gift he could have given them.