Mi Pequeño Rincón de Cuba – A Story About Syncronicity

Anyone who knows me knows by now that I don’t believe in coincidences, but prefer to call them “God-incidences”. During our 8 weeks in Cuba, we encountered many God-incidences that astounded even my husband, who’s a bit more skeptical about these things than I am. One such story happened on that same Sunday that we took the vitamins out to Lily’s house.

In response to my email for help, my friend from Canada (her name is also Sharon) had brought me a generous supply of children’s medicines and vitamins, so much so  that I was able to split it up into 3 bags for 3 different families. Sharon had also brought two bottles of infant acetaminophen for Lily (because I had written to her about Lily’s recurrent fevers). So we packaged the two bottles in with Lily’s vitamins and took them out to the village to deliver them to her mother. But when we got to Lily’s house, nobody was home. A next-door relative told us they were all over at another house for Church (no such thing as a church building in these small villages…people use each others’ houses for worship services). When asked if we wanted to go over to the Church service, we said no, since we had been invited to another house for lunch…we said we’d return to Lily’s house later that afternoon.

So off we went for lunch – which was a delicious feast of fresh fish, fried chicken, crispy banana chips (one of my favourite foods in Cuba), aroz con gris (rice with beans, another of my favourites) and fresh salad – with an elderly lady in the village. The invitation was her way of thanking us for having helped her repair her roof last year – it had been damaged in the hurricane several years prior, yet still hadn’t been repaired by the time we left in March 2012, so we decided to help her get it fixed, since most of the house was unusable with that enormous gaping hole in the roof! We were delighted to see that the roof had not only been fixed (and rebuilt so that it’s now stronger than before), we could see that she had had enough left over to buy new rocking chairs and make other improvements in the house.

As we were eating, we could hear a cry in the distance. It sounded like a little lamb, or perhaps one of the many goats that roamed the village. But we soon realized that what we were hearing was a child, moaning and crying, a weak and miserable howling in the wind. We asked what was wrong and one of the other women in the house told us it was her 2-year old nephew. He had been fighting a fever for several days now, hadn’t been able to sleep in 2-3 nights and was utterly miserable.

Hubby and I looked at each other and went over to our knapsack and pulled out one of the bottles of infant acetaminophen. After careful instructions, the aunt gratefully rushed home to give some to her nephew. Within minutes the crying stopped and the aunt returned to tell us that he finally fallen into a restful sleep.

A couple of hours later, while gathered in another friend’s house, the door opened and in walked this little 2-year old boy…his fever was gone and here he was, up and about for the first time in days! Everyone was delighted and amazed at how quickly the medicine had worked.


Our little guy, with Julie (who we’ve known since SHE was that age).


Our little guy with his very grateful mother.

Hubby and I were amazed and heartened by the synchronicity of it all. First that our friend would think to bring TWO bottles of the children’s acetaminophen (especially since I hadn’t even asked for any at all, I had only asked for the vitamins), secondly that Lily’s family was in church praying at the time that we tried to deliver it to her house (and once we give something to someone there in Cuba, it’s pretty much impossible and downright tacky to ask for it back), thirdly that we had even accepted this lunch invitation in a house we’d only been in once before…so that we were there to hear his cry (a cry in the wilderness?) and we had that second bottle available to give to this little boy – everything happened in the right place at the right time!

We have more stories like this…when we sew together all these little fabrics of our time there, we end up with an amazing tapestry of little miracles and wonderful encounters everywhere we went…a perpetual Easter experience!

I’ll share more later…and leave you with a few more pictures for now.


This is the village grocery store, where they buy fresh fruits and veggies.


This was the beautiful centerpiece on the table for another meal we enjoyed in the village.

I have no idea what this tree is called, but the flowers are gorgeous!

I have no idea what this tree is called, but the flowers are gorgeous!

And the inevitable domino game…almost every visit anywhere we go ends with a rousing – and very serious – domino game.

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About Sharon

I love to write. I love to write myself into being right here right now. Writing releases something in me that needs wings, writing opens doors and windows that I often don't even realize are possible, writing helps me breathe out the dusty old, and to breathe in the new and possible. My hope is that maybe writing here in this blog will bring new light into these dusty old hallways and help me to clear out the thinking processes and mindsets that just don't work for me anymore. I seek to breathe new light and life into the nooks and crannies of a soul that has been feeling somewhat lost and frayed because of the last few patches of road I've had to travel.
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1 Response to Mi Pequeño Rincón de Cuba – A Story About Syncronicity

  1. Amazing how things turn out that way!!


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