July 2014

One does not make it into their 60s and fail to appreciate that a great deal of what life
has to offer is bitter ... and that a great deal of what life has to offer is sweet. The secret is
in the blending.
When Dr. Robin Horak, seemingly serendipitously, came to Port Salut to serve as Klinik
Timoun Nou Yo's Acting Medical Director, one could have never imagined the levels of
skill, expertise, kindness and love that she would bring with her. When her almost two
year tenure at KTNY was up in May of 2014 and she was to move on to a fellowship in
Boston, one also could never have imagined finding a Haitian physician to serve as
Medical Director with those same skills, expertise, kindness and love. But it happened!
"Dr. Robin," as she is fondly known, visited the clinic on her first trip to Haiti and though
it was yet under construction, asked to be considered for the job of Acting Medical
Director. To say that we could not believe our luck in finding Dr. Robin, would be an
understatement of enormous proportion. This was so for a number of reasons. First, we
had yet to begin our search to fill that position and second, we believed it to be nigh on
impossible to find anyone of the caliber we were looking for. After all, this individual not
only needed to be an outstanding pediatrician but needed to have the mindset to live in
Haiti, possess the highest level of organizational skills, present with strong leadership
ability, model the best of all things, be a great mentor - and have a huge capacity to give
love, care, and respect to the clinic's patients, families, and staff. Such was an order of the
highest degree ... but such was Dr. Robin.
Arriving ready to work in August of 2012, Dr. Robin developed practice and protocol
manuals, hired and trained medical and laboratory staff, set up medical equipment,
stocked the pharmacy (an enormous undertaking), organized donated supplies and
purchased others, created a number of clinic wide systems and much more. Moreover, in
the course of it all - and early on Dr. Robin became an expert in water purification,
generator repair and IT. When the clinic opened on November 19th 2012, it was a well-
oiled machine ready to receive the countless children who would walk through its doors.
Never settling for less than the highest standards; in the short course of a year, Dr. Robin
and the KTNY staff made the clinic one of the finest and most respected medical
facilities in all of Haiti. Moreover, under Dr. Robin's supervision and leadership, the
clinic rose to unexpected heights in opening the first Well Baby Program and utilizing
A TALE OF TWO DOCTORS

A Tale of Two Doctors 1-2
NTFP Welcomes Michial,
Helen, & T-Mac 3

Just Belony 3

Reflections 4-6

Volunteer Opportunity 7
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data from our electronic medical records to drive services and
determine need areas. Thus, the creation and implementation of
our Severe Malnutrition Program and recently, the first Moderate
Malnutrition program.
The list of advances during Dr. Robin's tenure is endless and
defies description, experienced only in the being there. But Dr.
Robin's tenure at KTNY had come to a close. The next chapter
of her life was beginning in June 2014 and it was time for her to
enter into it. Moreover, the clinic's time had come.
Since KTNY's conception, the plan had been for its' permanent
Medical Director to be Haitian. Ever cognizant of being strangers
in a strange land, we wanted to honor and respect
what we believed to be the community's need
and right to have its' pediatric facility under
the medical leadership of one of its own.
Never, however, did we think we would
be fortunate enough to find an individual
who came even close to a "Dr. Robin."
Thankfully, we were wrong.

Born and raised in Port Salut, Dr. Jostin
Franklin initially showed up at the clinics door-
step applying for a physician position prior to its opening. His
candidacy for such a role with KTNY was hardly to be believed.
Not only had Dr. Jostin been trained in Cuba where medical
education is considered to be most excellent, but he had been
chosen to attend medical school there free of charge for his high-
performance on entry exams and excellent prior academic
records. Dr. Jostin became fluent in Spanish while attending
medical school. There was no question as to his intelligence.











Dr. Jostin's academic background was exceeded only by his
presentation; warmth and love emanating from him as sunlight
might reflect and reverberate on an ocean. His smile was as
endless as it was sincere. His professional recommendations
were of the highest caliber. It was immediately apparent that
Dr. Jostin could have secured a position anywhere in Port-au-
Prince, should he have made such a choice. But Port Salut be his
home and it was to this community he sought to give back for
what he had been given. We hesitated not a nanosecond to offer
Dr. Jostin a position at the clinic.
Dr. Jostin's medical knowledge, skill and expertise showed itself
early in the game. Also, eager to learn from Dr. Robin, she
mentored him easily.
In consideration of Dr. Jostin as KTNY's permanent Medical
Director, we posited whether this kind and endearing doctor
would have the leadership skills to make the hard decisions and
the hard choices, not only in medicine but in supervising a
large medical staff. Testing these abilities, Dr. Robin
wisely gave Dr. Jostin more responsibilities. He rose to
the occasion.
Months before her scheduled departure, Dr. Robin
expanded Dr. Jostin's role while continuing in her
role as the teacher and he the student. Little by little
she relinquished control of the clinic to him, ever
quietly overseeing and mindful. Weeks before she was
to step down, Dr. Jostin assumed the role of Medical
Director.

There is no doubt that the "bitter "in this tale is the loss of
Dr. Robin. She has deeply carved an amazing legacy, one that if
we are careful and smart, we will maintain at KTNY for time to
come. There is also no doubt that the "sweet" of this tale is Dr.
Jostin. He left his country for a superior education and returned
to his place of his birth to be Medical Director at KTNY and
bring to it his own legacy. While that of Dr. Robin's will be his
steppingstones, we have no doubt that the pieces that will be his
own, will make us proud ...and therein lies the blending of the
bitter with the sweet!
In Respect, Love, and
Appreciation of Dr. Robin
and Doctor Jostin.


Dr. Josn Franklin
Dr. Robin Horak
NTFP Welcomes
Michial, Helen,
and
t-Mac

The job of an
Administrator is never an
easy one. The job of an
Administrator for a 9000
square-foot health and
medical clinic that
employs more than 40
people and is remotely
located in Port Salut,
Haiti ...is just plain daunting.

The Administrator's role at Klinik Timoun Nou Yo not only in-
volves the coordination of all departments and programs, staff
management and supervision, financial and budgetary oversight,
interface with government and outside agencies and more, but
also requires the assurance that the hospitals infrastructure is
maintained in good working order. Care of automobiles
and generators, and provision of water and its purification is a
constant challenge where there exists a paucity of government
supplied utilities and severe elements causing constant damage
and erosion to machinery, buildings and roads.

Giving up the comforts of which we in the United States have
become accustomed to administer KTNY, requires a special
human being. Haiti is hard ... but nonetheless, we found such a
person in Michial Mularoni. Hailing originally from Woodbury,
Minnesota and the son of KTNY's architect Michial Mularoni
(Sr.), our Michial stands alone as being a rare and unique find,
well up to the task.

Michial spent many years, on and off, living and working in
Haiti. Not only is he knowledgeable of its people, their culture
and language, Michial is very experienced in the pace of Haiti
and the ways in which one needs to work to get things done
there. While Michial's education and experience render him the
perfect person to manage the clinic, his knowledge and back-
ground with infrastructure make him ideal!

Michial assumed his post in mid-May. His wife Helen and their
son Michial, also known as t-Mac, joined him in early June.
Never having been to Haiti before, Helen's easy manner and
positive energy has made her a sure fit.

No Time For Poverty and KTNY are pleased and excited to
welcome more of the Mularoni family into our circle of special
people who dedicate themselves to saving the lives of the
children of Port Salut and beyond.

Just Belony
- By Michele Boston
NTFP Founder

For years and years I had known him as "Belony," just Belony. It
was pronounced "Bell-o-ne," and it was only on the day of his
death that I learned his full name, Cristaline Belony.

I had never known Belony's age. Likely, he didn't know it either.
Such a thing is not uncommon in Haiti where birth records in
remote areas were nonexistent years ago. Suffice to say, that
Belony was older when we met and weathered by hard times,
strenuous work, poor nutrition and the heat of the sun.

What I knew about Belony's life could fill but a thimble. He had
worked many years on the plantations in the Dominican
Republic, as work was hard to come by in Haiti. It was his
ability to speak Spanish, acquired from his days in the
Dominican, that enabled us to communicate. I was almost fluent
in Spanish. Creole came hard.

I came to know that Belony had a son whom he had not seen in
far too many years. And though he spoke of his son with the
greatest of pride, I was aware that his son had never aided
Belony in any way, should he have been able.. parents and
children have their own backstories.

My earliest memories of Belony are from one of my first trips to
Haiti almost eleven years ago. He was selling seashells, readily
available on the shore of the beach across the road from the hotel
where I was staying. Despite the differences in our ages, culture
and lifestyle, Belony and I had two immediate things in
common; the first was Spanish and the second was our
instinctual abilities to drive a hard bargain. Yet, from the start, it
was Belony who ended up with the better of the deal!

Each morning of the first three days of my trip Belony
approached me with an ever increasingly selection of seashells
for sale ... and with every new day came higher and higher
prices. Each morning we negotiated. Despite my argument that I
had access to the same beach and the same shells but a few feet
away from my hotel, each morning Belony got the best of me.

With our exchanges over the price of seashells came broader
discussions; the village of Port Salut, the people in it, the slave
labor he had provided to the Dominicans' for so very many
years, and more. On the fourth day of our acquaintance I was
invited to Belony's house situated next-door to my hotel.

Belony lived in a hovel worse than most I had seen in Haiti. Yet,
when he introduced me to the other squatters living in it, he did
so as if unaware of his circumstance, though I doubt this to have
been the case.

First, I met a woman who appeared middle aged or older though
caring for a toddler. She cooked outdoors, as most Haitians do,
making something with the meager food the small group was
able to acquire - from exactly where, I never knew.

Next, I met two younger men who lived in tiny, almost bare
rooms within the small decaying cement house. In the room that
had the least, lay a dirty straw mattress with Belony's dear friend
upon it, an aged man on the brink of death, blind and disabled. As
Belony introduced me to this gentleman, I was touched with the
gentility, kindness and love Belony showed to him. It was then it
became apparent that the money Belony secured in the sale of the
seashells went to support both himself and his friend. Though I
appeared to bargain heartily for the shells after that day, I was
secretly eager to succumb to his pricing.

When I returned to Haiti the following month, Belony and his
clan were gone. As if overnight, the hovel had been transformed
into a beautiful home, unrecognizable from what I had known it
to be. The squatters had been put out.

I tracked Belony to an abandoned hotel where he was living with
many more squatters. His dear friend had died. And though he
was surrounded by other displaced children and families, Belony
was quite alone. After only a few months, the government ousted
the squatters, apparently at the request of the hotel's owner. Even
today, the hotel remains abandoned.

Once again we located Belony. This time we rented a place for
him to live and provided him regularly with rice and beans. He
came to call me, "Mama," and Jeff, "Papa," odd for the number
of years older he was. And as if Belony was equipped with radar,
I could hardly get off the plane in Port-au-Prince and he would
know I was on my way to Port Salut and be waiting in need of
something or other.

I last saw Belony but a few weeks before he died. It was
apparent to me as he lay in pain and discomfort, from what is
likely to have been testicular cancer, that his days were
numbered. We did what we could to alleviate his suffering.
Ultimately, he fell unconscious and died.

Burial is no easy task in Haiti. Not only must various customs be
observed but one must have a plot of land upon which to bury a
person. And so, with a little of our help, Belony was laid to rest.

It is hard to know how many Belonys there are in Haiti. Too
many for sure. While many Haitians are fortunate to have their
Haitian American counterparts provide them with financial and
other support, the forgotten ones are alone and without. And so
here's to Belony, who came to rest in the heart of someone who
knew him a little, but someone who cared. May you find peace,
comfort, and no longer be in need, Belony.







Reflections
By Cheri Rolnick
NTFP Board Chair

I had seen pictures of the clinic and heard stories about
the wonderful people working to make the clinic a
first-rate facility. But I was unprepared for the profound
emotional impact seeing things firsthand had on me. It
was more than I could have imagined more in every
way; the country, the clinic, the doctors and the
overwhelming commitment to make this world a better
place.

Having seen countless pictures of the devastation from
the recent earthquake, I expected to be surrounded by
ruins, blighted views, and a defeated people. While
poverty is evident, there is much that has been rebuilt,
pictures of buildings under construction and a lush,
beautiful countryside that opened before us as we drove
from Port-au-Prince to Port Salut. Moreover, the beach
in front of the hotel was unexpected. It was truly lovely.

When we landed, we were met by Henry and Yanique, who
greeted us, hugged us (good hugs) and welcomed me with
that lilt in their voices that I know from Gheislaine (my
daughter-in-law's mom, who is Haitian). Both are
incredible. NTFP Founder, Michele Boston, had told me all
about the rolls Henry has played to make the clinic runs
smoothly. He is willing and able to do many things which is
wonderful for NTFP. And he was bursting with pride to
show us his fabulous home, pointing all the things he
selected. In addition to the things, however, were the
children in need who pop in. Here they are safe and cared
for.

Yanique, the woman who owns and runs Fortress Inn, is one
of the most gentle, generous and loving souls I have met.
She made sure we had everything we needed and fed us
nonstop. I have to say her chicken and pumpkin soup is five
star.

Since the major event of the visit was a party to celebrate
Robin's tenure as the clinics Medical Director, much time and
attention, as well as one cow and 2 goats went toward this
event. Yanique worked tirelessly to prepare. Michele, Sue and
I helped initially with the setup. Yanique thanked us and then
re-did much of our work to ensure that everything looked
elegant. The evening was wonderful.

Speaking of Robin. It was the first time I had really talked
with her. She showed me around the clinic and the pride she
exuded in the services and care we provide had me in tears.
To see how we have the supplies to bring children from
severe malnutrition to health, to witness the efficient and
friendly surroundings where the children receive life-saving
vaccines and needed education, to watch triage that ensures
rapid assessment and immediate care for those in most
serious need is impressive and heartwarming.
What we provide is truly incredible. And words cannot
capture the beauty of these children.

With Robin leaving, Dr. Jostin Franklin has been selected to
take over the Medical Director role. He is an excellent and
well-respected physician and he has a welcoming and gentle
demeanor. We are lucky to have him and it must be a thrill
for Michele and Jeff to see their vision of a Haitian run clinic
come to fruition. All leadership, except for the head
administrator, is Haitian. The new administrator, Michael
Mularoni, has recently joined the clinic and has come
bringing new energy and a strong commitment to serve the
community. We are hoping his family will love being part of
KTNY.

Dr. Virginia, who comes for a week each month, to help with
the clinic, talked about how was she has nearly adopted a
neglected, nine-year-old girl (Quettia). In telling about
herself, Virginia said something that most fittingly
summarizes my most lasting impression. She said she often
steps back from life's on-going flow to assess how she might
make things better given the situation facing her; stopping to
consider what action she might take to make the world, for
even one person, a better place. KTNY does this every day.
I feel enriched to be part of this work.















And Now For
Cheris Other
Version!

The Haiti trip was clearly outside
my comfort realm.
And many called to wish me well -
but often seem too warn...
Watch out for illness and for
crime; discomfort will abound!
But, after all was said and done,
here is what I found.

The long road trip I heard about
with smiles and affection,
was not as big a deal as missing
our connection.
We waited for the luggage until
the last piece came,
to realize one was not there
because we missed the plane.

But we got settled ..on we went,
the road trip started well.
The stop to pee found the store closed,
the toilets were from hell.
We met our needs and forged
ahead with no more plans to stop
but had to get Sues suitcase
back when it fell off the top.

At last we reached the Fortress
Inn, hotel was quite a treat;
was clean, the toilet wonderful,
the beach across the street.
Yanique made sure we settled in,
she hugged us all good night,
and asked for us to let her know
if things were not all right.

Cheri Rolnick with a new friend
But in the room I noticed, no blanket
could be found.
If I turned off air conditioning,
to swelter I was bound.
Should I take all clothes I packed
and cover myself up,
or knock on Jeff and Michele's
door and cuddle like a pup?

My choice is not important, the
next day I was saved.
Michele had brought a bedspread,
my sleeping now was made.
Except for the damn rooster,
that started up at 3.
That first night I could not tune
out, cock-a-doodle-do got me.

We prepared for Robin's party to
set up for the night,
but, decorating was not swift, the
streamers were not right.
They started out like normal but
limpness overcame.
Despite our earnest efforts, the
result was really lame.

The meetings were productive,
Michele was energized.
It was delightful to detect new
sparkle in her eyes.
The clinic was the highlight, was
all I hoped and more.
To see it made it very clear, the
cause we're working for.

The children were just beautiful,
one cuter than the next.
It was touching to behold them
beautifully dressed.
I wanted so to hug them all, but
also not to scare
felt pride to see them treated
with respect and so much care.

I came prepared with shots and
pills and light clothes for the
heat,
hand-sanitizing often and rubbing
down with DEET.
But unexpected happenings
occurred along the way,
creating some sense of disbelief
every single day.

This quickly brought perspective.
I could no longer fret
that I was rarely able to access
internet.
And feeling sticky all day long was
really no big thing,
other times of year are stickier,
humidity is king.

This trip to Haiti has created
lasting memory,
the people and their caring and
sense of community,
The lushness of surroundings was
really just the start.
Haiti's beauty filled my eyes, the
clinic filled my heart.
- Cheri Rolnick


Some of Cheris favorite pictures from her me in Hai
Special Events Coordinator/Media Specialist

About No Time For Poverty
No Time For Poverty is a 501(c)3 organizaon, headquartered in St. Paul, Minnesota. Established in 2005, No Time For
Poverty is dedicated to bringing a program of comprehensive pediatric health care to the southwest region of Hai. To
this end, in November 2012 NTFP opened Klinik Timoun Nou Yo, a 9,000 square foot pediatric medical center in Port
Salut, Hai.

Brief Job Descripon
No Time For Poverty, is seeking a part-me Special Events Coordinator/Media Specialist. The ideal candidate would
possess a Bachelor's degree & and prior event planning/fundraising/media experience. The primary funcon of this
posion is to prepare and plan all fundraising events for the organizaon, in collaboraon with the Board of Directors.
The Event Coordinator reports directly to the Execuve Director.

General Responsibilies
The Special Events Coordinator/Media Specialist is responsible for the coordinaon of special events for the constuency
and general public, to familiarize them with the mission and vision of No Time For Poverty. Must be social and public
media savvy, with the ability to write, develop, and execute markeng and communicaon of events and acvies.
This person works with the Execuve Director, Board of Directors and other volunteers to promote events, develop
promoonal materials and develop and maintain community involvement.

Skills and Qualicaons Needed
Strong verbal and wrien communicaon skills
Interpersonal skills necessary to work and communicate eecvely with media and other community contacts,
volunteers and donors
Good organizaonal skills and ability to work independently or in a group
Ability to work within deadlines and budgets
Analycal skills necessary for gathering informaon, preparing producon schedules and determining design and
seng goals for community relaons
Experience with social media, adversing, and event markeng
Ability to hit the ground running
Great sense of humor and fun
Volunteer Opportunity!
Please call Sue at
651-714-6346 or
send an email to:
sgrundhoer@
nomeforpoverty.org
for more informaon!
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