John, Dom and I were together in the French congregation, but earlier than referred to here. I had already left. We were on the ground floor of the "French Work." It was a joy working with the loving and lovable Haitians.
Our weekends (once off work at noon on Saturday) were spent in the field and doing meetings. Our school and service meeting were Saturday night (we shared the Manhattan upstairs room with 3 other congregations), we returned home around midnight, got up early Sunday morning to spend the day in field service, took luncheon with the dear and generous Haitian friends (who stuffed us), then went to Sunday meeting at 4:00 p.m. and tried to stay awake.
After we cleaned up our rented meeting room, we took the subway home and arrived back to Bethel around 7:30 p.m. It was like this every weekend. It was fun but this nonstop routine eventually exhausted even the strongest of us.
I wouldn't have traded the above for anything. It made the NY experience bearable. Sadly, the physical and mental strain of meeting prep (We delivered all parts in French, of course.), travel, and helping the friends with their personal problems took its toll.
God, it was a blast!
CoCo