One little baby leaps forward but two boys are just starting their journey

The difference between their outcomes is time, luck, and the safety of the roads they traverse.
Mitch Albom

Mitch Albom

December 16, 2022

We put the baby in her car seat. We pulled a pink hood over her head. We shut the doors and drove off to the doctor. It was a short ride, with the windows up and Christmas music on the radio. 

When we got to the office, the staff welcomed us with cooing and oohing and “Look how big she’s gotten!” We sat for a few minutes in a waiting room filled with toys. Then they ushered us in for her check-up.

We put baby Nadie on the scale. Fifteen pounds, nine ounces! I let out a shout. In less than six months here, she had more than doubled her weight. After measuring her and consulting his tables, the doctor, Marty Levinson, looked at me and smiled.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he said, “but she’s on the chart. She’s in the range now. Her head. Her weight. Her height. If I didn’t know her backstory, I’d think she was simply a smallish, normal one-year-old.”

Never was anyone happier to hear the label “normal.” 

Because Nadie’s backstory is anything but

Brought to us when she was six months old, and weighing only seven pounds, this little girl, we were told, had eaten nothing but sugar water since birth. She was severely malnourished, and severely anemic. Her eyes were closed by conjunctivitis. She barely moved.

But because we were able to get her to America, where the kindness of doctors, friends, and caregivers was abundant, Nadie opened her eyes. What she saw was a small village of loving adults, all holding out their arms. From that moment forward, her thriving had begun. 

It has culminated in a healthy, ebullient, constantly-in-motion child of one, whose curiosity ranges from pulling hangers off racks to sticking pieces of avocado in her mouth. She eats constantly. She spews countless sounds. She pronounces words like “Mama” and “bye bye” and “Amen.” She waves when you wave. She smiles when you smile. She is alert, aware, in the moment, and endlessly happy.

She is also extremely lucky. 

Others are not.

Three years behind

Down at the orphanage right now, we have a three-year old boy named Bradley. He was brought to us last month weighing ten pounds. Ten pounds? At three? His spindly legs were not strong enough to support him. His eyes were crossed and he seemed dazed. He did not speak. He barely moved.

His birth mother, a young woman in her early 20s, apparently had two other children before him. Both died. She had no means to support this one, and was sleeping from place to place, with no room to call her own. Eventually, Bradley was brought to our gates. 

He is not as lucky as Nadie. We scramble to find him formula that is good for him in his condition. There are no doctors easily available. No waiting rooms with toys. No good news reports. Bradley struggles each day, as we employ a full-time nanny to watch over him, change his diapers, try to get him to use his legs.

We would like to get him to America, as we did with Nadie, but opportunities like that are limited, the process can be long and the U.S. embassy is on an emergency-only basis now.

Meanwhile we pray he improves.

How much, we don’t know.

In addition to Bradley, we have one-year-old Marvin, who came to us with tuberculosis. Marvin is weak and glassy eyed. He has been isolated in a room at our old mission for four months now, due to the highly contagious nature of TB. We took him for tests, got bounced from one hospital to another, and were told the medicine he needed was in a clinic located in the heart of gang activity, which was impossible to reach.

It took weeks until we were able to navigate our way there and get the pills. Now months later, we are told in order to get his phlegm tested to prove he is no longer contagious to others, we must take him to a specific place that is, once again, in the heart of the gang violence and civil unrest. Nobody is willing to drive there. 

So Marvin waits, in isolation.

marvin at old mission

In need of safe passage

I wrote recently about the need for a “safety vehicle”, one that is armored against bullets, with a trained driver who knows how to evade trouble. It is not only critical for our daily operations, it is directly the difference between kids like Marvin and Bradley getting the care and attention they need – or not.

Nadie had the blessing of safe passage. A safe passage to the orphanage. Safe passage to America. Safe passage to the doctors who helped heal her. 

IMG 7496 Mitch and Nadie
Safe passage happens in loving arms and in safe cars

Safe passage is what we seek for all our children – especially the youngest and most helpless.

We have taken a new turn at the orphanage. With the space afforded by the move to the new property, we have decided to create a program specifically for infants under three years of age. In the past, we avoided kids that young, due to the potential burden of diapers, feeding, inability to express their issues, and the need for one-on-one care. We simply were not equipped.

But we now realize — thanks in part to Nadie’s incredible improvement — that if we take children as young as her, we actually give them the best chance of developing their learning, attention, affection and social skills at the most impressionable age. In short, their chances at their best lives improve the earlier in life they get to us.

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The baby brigade

So if you came to visit us these days, you’d do a lot of baby squeezing, from Nadie and Marvin to Mylove, Luxie, Dada and others. We’re getting younger by the day, but bouncier, too, with more squeals and pacifiers and baby steps.

It’s a major turn to go from abject poverty, starvation, and lack of attention to a food-filled, needs-met, loving environment. But the changes are a sight to behold. Like the moment the doctor tells you the little girl is all right, she’s “normal,” she’s made it through the storm,

Safe passage. That’s all we wish for our new baby brigade. And what we wish for all of you as we careen towards the holidays and another new year.  

A Year of Thanks & Giving Project 2: A Safety Car

fam car

Status Luxury Safety

The road to an armored car can take many forms:

  • If we can raise enough to purchase a used armored vehicle, we’ll then manage import to Haiti and customs duties.
  • A gently used, not flashy vehicle — such as a minivan, or older model SUV — may be donated. If the vehicle fits strict parameters, we will use funds to upgrade to armored protection (cost to do so varies widely, but average estimate is $50,000 – $60,000). Let us know here if you think you have something that works here in this form.
  • A donated armored vehicle is ideal — spread the word to any organizations or companies that have access and can help.
Mission to

With your help, we can move mountains

Support the continued building of a new home for Have Faith Haiti through the Mission to Move Fund this Giving Tuesday.


  1. Marjorie Jaszcz

    I read the need for the armor vehicle. I used to work for DRMS a sub agency of the DLA, Defense Logistics Agency. DRMS is now called DLA-Disposition Serivces, but many people still call it DRMS or DRMO (der-mo). This agency is in charge of getting the most value out of used military items. I have seen used Humvees come through the depots. The program allows the general public at one point to purchase de-militarized items. The program also allows donations to non-profits. I would highly suggest someone get in touch with a Property Disposal Specialist at DLA-Disposition Services and figure out if this program has the ability to help with your need. You could also check with the public part of the program, government liquidation at

  2. Theresa

    So hard to see these young children so malnourished in their young age. My Christmas wish is that like Nadie they all are able to be on the road of recovery. Miracles happen all the time and Christmas is a magical time where miracles find their way and happen. How far have you come for donations for the safety car? I am sure you will get such a vehicle I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas
    PS. Gooooooo Lions on Sunday

  3. Patricia Murphy

    I am so so happy that you have decided and are now able to take in babies. As an Infant Mental Health Specialist I know the critical importance of the first three years of life. These years lay the foundation for one’s entire life. One important piece is to have a primary caregiver or two for each baby. Attachment is a critical piece. And a consistent caregiver establishes that bond and trust and care needed to nurture a child.


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