Wally Franckel Jeanrisca ‘s Story: Dreaming Big from Robin, Haiti, to Building Wealth in Santiago, Chile.

Wally is full of life. His captivating smile was reverberating on the abstract paintings exposed on the walls of the little Haiti Cultural Center in Miami where I met him last Saturday in a public gathering.

He gave me a firm handshake and told me about his growing WallyExpress business locking his eyes on my pupils.

We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet last night, Sunday, at his friend’s house in Hallandale Beach, South Florida. He welcomed me with a cold beer and food.

Moving things around the kitchen table, Wally invited me to sit. He turned on his Ipad, ajusted the light and the AC.

“Tell me about you. What’s your story,” I asked him.

He talked while I was eating rice and beans with fried fish, and siping my beer.

“I was born in Robin,” he said, repeating his full name and spelling his last name Jeanrisca which he told me is written in one word.

Wally is the eldest of a family of eight. They grew up, played , and lived in Robin, a small locality in Kenscoff, up in the mountains of Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

His business veture started when he was 12 helping his mother in her little commerce.

“I remember as it was yersterday waking up at 4:00 in the morning to accompany my mom in the market to sell goods, and to spend the whole day putting sugar in small bags for resale,” he said.

“My mom was not able to count her money. She assumed money had been taken away from her and she could not explained she had been selling lots of crops and buy less and less items”, Wally said.

His ability to sudy math in school brought calculating the cost of goods sold, and the costs of items purchased, and to start a balance sheet for her mother’s business.

He went to high school in Petion-Ville. He invited a couple of friends to join him in investing $100 / each in a clothing ambulant store.

“We bought pants, shirts, and resold them,” he said adding “we made great profits,” but the partnership did not go far because those friends wanted to spend the capital-seed money in recreation.

“Then, I understood it was not easy to do business with other people”, he argued. While going to school, he created an organization called “Mouvement Paysans de Robin”, which became “Mouvement Paysans de Kenscoff” to help peasants in the locality to live a better life.

Social & Political Activism

His organization was very active when he was introduced to Chavannes Jean-Baptiste who was the national leader of the popular organization called MPP (Mopuvement Paysans de Papaye.)

“I became Chavannes’ protege. He offered me the opportunity to be trained in several countries, and I was elected in 2000 Secretary General of the whole organization who had more than 200, 000 members in the country.”

“I spent 6 months in the Dominican Republic learning Spanish. I traveled to France, and several other countries,” he said.

He created the first savings and credit mutual cooperative in Kenscoff with 15 family members, having his aunt donating a room, his uncle some chairs for the comunity bank, known by its Creole name Sere Chofe. This cooperative reached 300 members and was very useful during disasters and emmergency. After the passage of hurricane Georges, the giovernment sent a truck load of things to give away. But, “we decided to monetize the items with the total agreement of the population using the funds for reforestration and other social services,” Wally said.

Growing his free enterprise mindset, Wally opened a restaurant, and a soda warehouse in Petion-Ville.

His social activism, and leadership at the helm of the peasant organization led him to politics. He became an actve member of the Group 184 which led to the overthrown of Aristide’s power in 2004.

A Sourjouner in a new land

He left Haiti shortly after and emigrated to Miami to start a new life. He went back to school to learn English, while ajusting to his new environment.

“I found a job in a moving truck company,” he said.

“I became a great asset with the company. With my smile, and ability to communicate in Spanish, Creole, and French, I became a manager with the company,” he said.

Then, a wealthy customer who followed him, and appreciated his attitude offered him a job.

” You Franckel, I remember two years ago, when you started moving for us, you could not say a word in English. Now, look at you, you lead a team, you work hard, and you still have a smile on your face, how much money they pay you, do you want another job?, Wally told me while I walked away from the table to put my plate in the sink.

Wally was hired on the spot working for this businessman in a company selling airplanes.

“I spent 10 years working there. I had a good salary, a car, an apartment on Brickell Ave in Miami,” he said. But “he did not want me to have my own business.”

“I stated looking for other ways. I travelled to Brazil, Argentina, and Chile looking for opportunities”, he said.

“Most of the time I did not tellmy boss about my pursuits untill I decided to start something in Chile.”

“He looked at me and said ‘where will you find the money to invest in a business?”

I replied: ” the very same way you find money to buy your planes.”

I resigned.

Santiago de Chile: WallyExpress for a wealth community

“I travelled to Chile. I started losing money. I met the Haitian ambassador. I lost money. I met other Haitians living in Chile, I lost money'” he said.

“I travelled a second time. I stayed a couple of weeks before I found a Chilean business person who wanted to start a business with me. Then, one of my haitian associates met him on the side and begged him for personal help,” Wally recounted.

He decided to stay for a longer time in Chile, learning from the school of hard knocks, adjusting to the environment, and making his own assessment.

“I introduced a money transfer service helping the community to send money back home with with good customer service,” he said.

“I hired my brother as my managing partner, and another key guy as my business partner with an ownership percentage in my business.”

Today, after less than one year of operation, his business WallyExpress has a network of 220 agents selling minutes phones thoughout Chile.

“80% just own a phone. Others own mom & Pop shops, Walllyexoress has been teaching them to do business in community,’ he said..

Wally’s mindset is to build a community of entrepreneurs.

“Let’s build business together and when the Chileans talk with us, they will be talking with a community of businessmen with a cash flow of more than $ 20 millions, paying taxes in Chile and to organize a representative force,” he said reinforcing the idea of an organized community.

“My dreams,” he said, is “to build a community, a diaspora like the Jews have done, like the Cubans have done, to create wealth when we die, we can live a legacy, an inehitance for our kids and for the next generation to continue on the path of success and significance.

I was elated to listen to Wally’s story. I introduced him to the life digital and mobile app platform through our compensated community with the matchmaker project launching a global consummer rebellion with active members participating in a leadership revolution teaching the three keys to wealth: literacy, leadership, leverage.

I left him with set of books and loading his phone with content understanding we need to read, listen, associate, and apply to create wealth through compensated communities.

“All our dreams can come true, if wer have the courage to pursue thrm. Dreams do come true, if only we work hard enough. You can have anything in lifeif only tou sacrifice everythig else for it. A dream doesnt come to realti though mag; it takes sweat, determination, and hard work.”


The Remy’s launched their ministry in South Florida this Sunday. It was a delight to be there!

My delight was at its pic this Sunday morning in Lauderhill, Florida, when I joined my high school friend, Bruner Remy, and his spouse, Cathy Remy, in launching their South Florida ministry : Glory Center Church. 

It is always my pleasure to be part of a kickoff movement. It’s constantly a sublime moment to partake in a commencement, see a dream come to true, initiate a story, and construct a narrative with a community towards a future destination.

This was what I felt this morning when I left home to respond to a cordial invitation from Remy Brumer adressing to his friends living in South Florida.

When I put the address in my GPS, the directions indicated I would be there in 12 minutes from home. It’s pretty close.

It was 9:08 am when I opened the door. The ambiance has already been set. Hymns, gospel songs were crashing out glory, and praise through the speakers.

The audience, mostly women and kids as it is in the black community church in general, responded enthusiastically as a choir with clapping, singing “Alleluia, Amen” accompanied by a systhetizer, and a battery set.

The Remy’s hit the podium with zeal, conviction, and dedication. They were outstanding.

Wearing a traditional swahili kanga, the First Lady, Cathy, introduced her pastor, friend, husband with posture, and grace.

Bruner, in a full long sleeves white kanzu, started with a low tone telling his tale answering “God’s call to be in ministry,” after an elapse of 18 years.

“This was not part of my plan to get involved in active ministry,” he said pointing out that his initial background was in business not in theology.

Desperate for a change

His message was about change. His style was charismatic, enthusiastic, and participative.

“2019 is my year of change,” he proclaimed with a higher voice asking the assembly to repeat after him.

And the assembly repeated sentence after sentence while brother Remy was pacing from left to right from the front.

“This is not my new year resolution, but a change of mindset. This is my attitude adjustment. My attitude determines my altitude.
I am the change I’m seeking for . It’s my time now.”

I was taking notes. I was not part of the repeating squad, but I could feel his vibration, his momentum, and his passion growing into his message that he presented in 4 segments.

  1. Vision. A man without vision is without future. 
  2. Motivation. Disposition . Positive Attitude. Your attitude determines how far you’ll go. Read. Who are motivating you? What you listen to can contaminate you. Get control of your environment.
  3. Action. Do something about it. Not just talking. It’s action time. Just do it. Even if you fail, you’re not a failure.
  4. Persistence. Faith. Persistence breaks resistence. Be prepared for the test, and the pain. No pain no gain.

I could write a blog post about each segment of this content from what I have listened and noted from apostle Bruner Remy. But, I would prefer to give you the opportunity to discover yourself the depht of his sermons.

He quoted the ancient testament from the Kings, the new testament about Jesus minstry as related in the Gospel of Luc. He even repeated ex President Barack Obama telling his fellow citizens to “be the change they want to see,” even if I would prefer to see this csaying attributed to Ghandi.

I was thrilled, pumped, and excited to listen to Brother Remy. Having known him from high school, I can see how he has evolved to become a great speaker, a great man working to leave a legacy for God’s glory.

He had good vocal variety diving a low tone to gather full attention, and climbing to a high pitch to excite his audience. His body movement, gestures, eye contact were on point. He paused when he wanted to make a point, and walked faster when he wanted total command of presence.

I know a good speaker when I saw one. And Remy is a good one.

This is an experience to make. If you are in South Florida next Sunday, I invite you to associate with the Glory Center Church and share your part of twinkling contentment, and soul activating grace.

I also hope that, pretty soon, GCC will have technological ways and means to brodcast its content for a larger audience to stream.

I was so glad to be there at the launching, and enjoyed every drop of the moment.

Keep up!

HAITISHIFT & The Power Pendulum: Citizen, Society, & State in Haiti

The Power Pendulum swang to the far right of coercion at the inception of the nation building of Haiti. The earliest haitian administrations were engraved with abundant coercion as the new state absorbed its new constituents into its force realm.

What would the economy of the new nation look kike after independence? The march from slavery to freedom left its mark on the organization of the new state, and its citizenry. Before independence, Toussaint Louverture led a military regime and chose to continue the plantation system to prove to the world that economic productions can be sustained without slavery.

Dessalines followed the economic and agricultural policies set up by Toussaint. He used the army to force ex-slave laborers to work on the platations. This represented forced labor practices of the old regime and created conflicts in the building of the new state of Haiti’s new order.

Jean-Jacques Dessalines became inevitably the first in command. He led the black and mulatto forces to victory againt the Napoleonic army. He became chief of the new state as the most powerful man in the new nation. He took successively the titles of commander in chief, governor-general, head of state, emperor, giving himself the right to select his succesor.

As a military ruler, he was supported by fellow ex-slaves turned to be military generals of the revolutionnary army.

The plantation economy against individual liberty

There were two dominant thoughts in the power pendulum swinging in the buiding of the new nation: the plantation economy, and individual liberty.
Dessalines had total control of the state military force.

Those who opposed and resisted his commands were sanctioned, and put to death. His regime the forced labor practices of the past. He chosed to be on the side of the elite, and the wealthy landowners by upholding large properties and the export agricultural system.

The fight for independence should have shifted the center of liberty from society as a whole to the individual as a unit created by God to fullfill its destiny.

The worldview concepts and ideas in the moment were about liberty, equality, brotherhood, happiness, property, ownership. It was at the moment mainstream thought individual’s rights and responsibilities precede society’s settlement as a whole in which powerful rulers decide their might is right.

The mass of ex-slaves became citizens. As a whole, they had a territory to defend, and a nation to build. But, each one was a unique human being with specific gift, talent, and ability.

Each one wanted to be free to own his parcel of land to grow crops, to satisfy his need and his family’s; and not to be forced to continue working on a plantation under a new military regime similar the the old one to export sugar and coffee.

Economist Murray Rothbard wrote: “the glory of the human race is the uniqueness of each individual, the fact that every person, though similar in many other ways to others, posseses a completetly individuated personality of his own.” (1)

When individuals prosper; families, societies and nations prosper. Haitian people did not want to be mere objects to be used for the state’s or society’s ends which were profiting a tiny elite.

As Orrin Woodward wrote : “liberty has its limit, since a person does not have the liberty to deny others their liberty. The goal of a free society is to provide liberty and justice for all members to grow, and benefit from their gifts, talents and purpose.” (2)

The sense of unity, created in 1804 with a brod coalition of freedom fighters, did not last. The power pendulum oscillated throgh competing social forces and tensions emcompassing land ownership and power control. The power pendulum could not be remained in the middle where concord balanced coercion and chaos.

Dessalines ‘s regime unraveled in a situation where the oligarchy elite of the mulatoes and black generals of the army wanted total control and the masses of laborers wanted total freedom.

The affranchis, most of them of a lighter complexion, the coloured men had been on the side. They were most cultured, and educated, and preferred a shared power system with a legislature. There was no formal opposition. The strategy learned to change a government was creating chaos through armed revolt.

Dessalines was assassinated. The country was divided in two camps with each one a ruler: Petion in the West, and Christophe in the North.

Haitian Politics -throughout history- present a dichotomy of twose two groups fighting to have power for themselves and for the betterment of their own tribes.

(1) Murray Rothbard, “Freedom, Inequality, Primitivism and the Division of Labor.”

(2) Orrin Woodward “And Justice for All, The Quest for Concord.”

HAITISHIFT and The Pendulum of Power : the long quest for Concord amidst Coercion, Chaos in Haiti.

Southbeach-denisI was driving with my high school friend Denis Evens last Saturday in South Beach Miami when we finally found a parking space to drop our car and go for a walk, grab a bite, and talk as we usually do.

Leaving the parking lot, a security guard adressed us in Creole with his open arms welcoming us in this beautiful, cosmopolitan, and touristic area: “Mesye sa nap fè pou peyi-a?” –

Hey guys, what are you doing for the country?”, he asked us.

“Kiyès ladan yo: isit la osnon laba-a?” – Which country? Here or there?” I interjected.

“Haiti,” he replied back with a bright haitian  smile.

Evens asked him before we stopped at the street corner “what do you want us to do”? (Sa’w vle nou fè?).

He approached closer to us, told us his name is Delorme, and said “I don’t know, we have to do something… we have to do something…” (M pa konnen. Fo’k nou fè yon bagay).

Our conversation with Deslormes lasted less than 2 minutes just the time for us to wait for the lights to turn green, and cross the street going on our way to have some food and celebrate our retrouvailles and reminiscences.

It’s always a pleasure to spend time with some high school classmates. We can go back and retell our stories, and restart our projection of dreams and imagination for the future.

I am sitting at home today and reviewing this conversation with Deslormes which I want to put in in perspectives of my research on a systematic approach to bring ideas for a call of leadership in Haiti to stop the decline, and start the climb. 

This is what I call HAITISHIFT which is the subject of my new publication to be released in 2019.

215 years in search of concord

It has been 215 years ago on a January 1st like today, Haitians started a new nation. For the last 215 years, Haiti has been on an enigmatic pursuit, a long search, and an insatiable quest to establish a state of peace, harmony, and concord instead of tyranny, chaos, and “krazebrize.”

Why do we fall again and again into the same old patterns, and traps our ancestors did? Why do the more things change, the more they stay the same? Why can’t we understand the same causes will always produce the same effects? Why do we want to prove others wrong in continuing doing the samething and expecting new results? What can we do to reverse, and stop the current of decline, and start the climb and the ascendence to the top?

To answer those questions, I am using a systemic approach based on the scholarship and the creative mind of New York Times Bestselling author Orrin Woodward who defined the “quest for concord,” as that “idyllic state of affairs in which neither tyranny reigns nor chaos rules.”

I am also reviewing a trajectory of the haitian history under the miscroscope of Woodward’s Power Pendulum construct in an attempt to better understand the rapport de force within the haitian society and its relation with the rest of the world from its inception to now.

James G. Leybun, in his book The Haitian People, defined Haitian politics as “complicated.”

“It’s complicated,” Leyburn said “not only in the sequence of events, but in the intertwining of color, caste, sectionalism, education.”

Haitians destroyed by force the slave system and created a new state. The former slaves had least prepation for governement, leadership, and buiilding institutions to regulate economic life, social interactions.

There were no guides, no blueprints, no models upon which the free blacks, and mulattoes would relay to build the new black nation in America.

But today, after 215 years, we are assured that we can do better to solve the quest for concord by studying and identifying the Power Pendulum in action. We can seek long term systemic solutions to our woes avoiding superficial quick fixes, social band-aids.

The Pendulum in Action

Few Civilizations in history achieve concord. The crux of the matter is how much force a free society needs to apply to maintain justice, creates, and accumulates wealth for the betterment of its citizenry.

Orrin Woodward, argues that “When too much force is applied, freedom is lost as society falls into coercion by all-powerful rulers.” On the other hand, he affirms “when too much freedom is given, justice is lost as society falls into the chaos of competing factions fighting for control.”

Haiti’s ability to create the proper balance of force and freedom has been foiled. We have been oscillating with two main ideas acted upon within a minority 10% of the population. 90 per cent of the whole population being mostly absent, and unconcerned with politics, and the state organization.

Those two main constructs are the following: Nationalists and Liberals. Nationalists apply extreme force, constraints to assume power, and total control. Their motto “Power to the greatest number.” Their most prominent leaders are Dessalines, Crhistophe, Soulouque, Alexis, Salomon… Liberals control with apparent freedom. Their line of sponsorship regroups Petion, Boyer, Canal, Dartiguenave, Lescot…

In one or another case, the masses are not integrated in the system. With the Nationalists, the 90% are plundered under cealeless forced labor for the benefit of the military ruling class. with the liberals, the 90% do not participate in the welath creation, and lost their appetite for work.

Haiti will improve when it has identified a leadership scoreboard of enough leaders, a good 10% of its population to learn the appropriate lessons from history and orient the 90% in the right direction. The Power Pendulum is a great mechanism, and a useful instrument to facilitate the learning process.

It is Georges Santayana, reasoning on reason, and common sense, who stated that “Those who can not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”

Our most important weapon today to win the battle of concord, and a just society, is knowledge. Ignorance is our biggest enemy.

Once upon a time, Christopher Columbus discovered Haiti….

When I was younger in Haiti, I enjoyed visiting “Quai Colomb,” a park erected in memory of Christopher Columbus by the harbor of Port-au-Prince on the Bicentenaire, a brand new name for Croix-des-Bossales.

It was always a delight to wander around this place early evening where the waves of the seashore carried some salty air to the bronze sculpture of Columbus’ face and also the remembrance of thousands of kidnapped Africans dropped off this place.

The last time I saw this Columbus’ statute was on the basement floor of the City Hall building in Port-au-Prince when it was dechouke (uprooted) in 1986 from its socle by the population accusing Columbus of Haiti’s dire situation.

These memories came to my mind early this morning, December 5th, on Christopher Columbus day discovery of Haiti.

History-Key-Christopher-ColumbusIn preparation for the release of “HaitiShift,” my next book on Haiti for 2019, I just read last night a chapter from Boies Penrose’s book “Travel and Discovery in the Renaissance.” It contains some good contents on Columbus’ voyage from Spain to the new world and his settlement in Haiti.

This book also brought some fresh memories to my mind about some history lessons I had to memorize word by word by heart from elementary classes.

Columbus was born in Genoa, Italy. Since childhood, he enjoyed the sea. As a young man, he had a vision, and an intense enthusiasm to discover new lands.

Understanding the earth is a sphere contrary to the knowledge of his epoch, he had gone on multiple voyages in the Mediterranean before his 1492 great adventure.

He managed to find sponsorship from the Spanish queen Isabella who put him in contact with the Pinzon brothers who put three boats at his disposal: La Nina, La Pinta, and La Santa Maria.

Columbus was captain of La Nina. The Pinzon brothers, sailors of skill and experience, took command of the other boats.

The expedition left the Spanish port of Palos on August 3, 1492. “It was the most important single voyage,” Boies reported.

After two months of sailing, they saw lands, which turned out to be San Salvador, on October 1992. Salvador, the savior. Columbus has been saved. His sailors became impatient, and exasperated. Some threatened to kill him.

Others, led by one of the Pinzon’s brothers, made defection and sailed away in the Pinta on their own at the end of November.

Native Indians told him of a great island he discovered on December 5th, which he called Hispaniola, Little Spain. He took formal possession of the island for Ferdinand and Isabella of Spain. This was the first Spanish Colony in the New World.

The weather was bad. The Santa Maria, the biggest flagship, was wrecked on a coral reef. It was broken up. Columbus erected a fort off Cap-Haitien with its timbers, called Natividad.

He traveled back to Spain on January 4, 1493, leaving 39 sailors to constitute the ancestor of Haiti, and all Latin American colonies.

What happened after he lef ? This colony became the engine of wealth creation for several European Nations and the place of the biggest human trafficking in History. In my next post, I will write about what he left.


My Thanksgiving story (part 2): A very.. very cold roadtrip drive

Jonathan kept driving. We had more than 3 hours to go. And it was getting colder and colder inside the car. The thermometer indicated 36 F.

The farther North we drove on US 27, the lower the temperature became.

The cold air is filtered in from the windows, and from the bottom of the car.

“Woah… does this car have any heat?” Axel asked.

“No, no heat,” I replied.

The mechanic shot it off to repair an AC pipe which was draining water inside the car.

It was very dark outside. After more than 35 minutes driving on US 27, we came across the very first gas service station which was opened.

Axel asked Jonathan to stay there for a minute. He wanted to use the restroom and also to have some heat.

We stayed at the gas station. I filled up the tank with fuel. My hand could not hold the pump for long. I alternated both hands right, and left, to pump.

Mariejo, Jonathan, and Axel went inside. I reached them after pumping the gas.

As soon as I got inside, I felt relieved. There was heat. I rubbed my hands together, my eyes glancing on the walls looking for an electric outlet to recharge my phone.

My phone battery died. Every body cell phone was almost dead.

We are in the wilderness. We are somewhere in Georgia. I even don’t know specifically in what county I was at the moment. It was 3:05 am.

The clerk store was a lady who was by herself serving 2 customers. She asked us to remain close to the counter to make sure she saw us.

John replied very courteously with a “yes, ma’m.”

I found an empty outlet and plugged in my phone before I got back close to the counter where the clerk could see me.

I bought a small cup of hot coffee. We left the convenient store thanking the lady to have hosted us for the last minutes and to give us a respite from the cold.

We got back in the car. It was very cold, very cold.

We had two more hours to drive before we reached the Joly’s hone. Jonathan felt tired and asked to switch drivers.
I took over the wheel and continued the road. My hands were cold, and crampy. My toes as well.

I started some exercises with my right hand closing and opening and counting to 30. Then I did the very same thing with my left hand … 1-2-3-4…. up to 30. Then my right toes, left toes controlling my breathing…. breathing in to 30 and breathing out to 30.

My mind has taken control over my body. I became accustomed to the cold in the moment.
Jonathan fell asleep. In the back, Mariejo and Axel are in total silence under the cover of their sweaters.

“Are you doing ok, ”I asked. Mariejo said “yes.” I told her “we are almost there.

”We kept going, passing Fort Benning, Columbus, and exited to I-85 North towards Atlanta.
Axel told me “we will stay in that road for 80 miles.

”Our temperature inside was now at 32F. I drove on cruise at 80 miles per hour. In one hour we will be in Atlanta.

“We’re getting closer,” I shouted. We kept going North on I-85. There are very few other cars and trucks going or coming our ways. I reflected on life, talking to myself in my mind.

I felt less cold approaching our destination. I felt more energetic. It was almost 5:00 am, and I have been driving for a full 13 hours. I was not sleepy, and continued with silent exercises of breathing in and out, and fingers and toes closing and opening.

Thoughts of why I did not drive my other car, or rent another SUV kept coming back in my mind. I chased them away and started a conversation on what we will be doing this weekend in Atlanta with our friends and families.

We exited  I-85 to an new road. Axel told me we will stay here for 11 miles. Then 3 miles in another one. The roads are becoming more local, with stop signs, and street lights, houses on both sides.

Siri spoke to us more often. Then, we had some very narrow paths on which to stay o.7 miles.

Everybody was up. We were really getting closer.

“You’re arrived,” Axel phone said. It was 5:43 am, still dark. We saw the address on the mail box, but we were not quite sure which house we had to go to.

“Call them,” Mariejo said. Axel, whose phone was the only one on, does not have the Joly’s numbers.

Jonathan had a one percent left and called her godmother.

“Maren’n, nou deyo a – Godmother, we are outside-,” I heard him say.

Axel and Marijo said this is the house. They recognized Rene’s cars in the driveway. They got off, picked their luggage in the trunk, and moved to get in the house .

We saw a light just turned on inside. We rushed to the door. Mama, with a bright smile, opened the door while staying inside.

What a relief to be there at last. It was warm. We were trembling. Our bodies were shaken. Now inside, we are experiencing the value of the heat.

Rene came to great us. I shook his hand.

“Waoh,” he exclaimed pulling his hand from mine. “Your hand is very cold,” he said.

And the party began.. “What do you want… coffee, tea, hot chocolate,” asked Rene.

Mariejo had tea, I had coffee.

I told them the story of our trip, the hectic traffic, how close we were to get hit by a big truck, the cold, the car…

We laughed and shared more stories and our gratefulness to be with them at this moment to enjoy their beautiful home.

While Rene was pouring some more coffee in my cup, I told him I am here to enjoy his guitar playing,, and sharing funny family stories.

It has always been a pleasure to be in Rene’s companionship. I can sit quiet after a good meal, sipping some red wine, listening to him playing his guitar, or participating in a good conversation, or sharing books.

He just added a new hobby to his list: painting. Some of his surrealist pieces are exposed on his dining room. This is a try.

I pulled one with his initials RJ at the bottom right and told him I just need to add F at the end to make it Roosevelt Jean-Francois instead of Rene Joly.

We were exhausted, but content. We laughed, and laughed about our stories.

That’s what life is, sharing moments and experiences with those you appreciate. I had another cup of coffee with bagels, and chicktay. It was pretty good.Very good food.

Manmit mwen came to greet us. She was very happy to see Axel, ( oh … sa a se yon Gwo gason papa) her godson Jonathan, myself, and her sister Mariejo who really called her manmit mwen.

“Figi w fre – looking good,” II told her … “figi w fre… wey wey …. ban’m yon lot –looking good.. tell me something else..” she said.

It was 7:00 am this Thanksgiving Thursday. Time to go to bed. We were discussing who was going where, in what room….

I slept, woke up at 10:00 am, picked my cell phone, and wrote this 2 part story. Just for you.

Here are some more pictures…