After the earthquake in Haiti last year, I wrote about how generous I found Venezuelans to be in times of crisis. I hadn’t realized it then, but their generosity goes far beyond that.

In the US, I’m so used to seeing homeless people sitting on the side of the street and acting like I don’t see them. Or at intersections seeing disabled people holding signs asking for money and looking the other way. Even when walking down a street where a struggling artist is playing music with a donation cup in front of him/her, I manage not to look like I don’t notice. People asking for help don’t make me uncomfortable, I’m just so used to seeing them ignored that I easily jumped on the bandwagon. Not in Caracas.

There are people (usually with a disability) who hang around the intersections on our route to the kids’ school. Sometimes when I’m riding in the embassy car, the driver will slow down ahead of the light and hand over whatever loose change he has. Now, I know he’s not raking in the big bucks and yet he still feels the desire to help out. This isn’t once in a while, either. If he reaches the light and it’s red, he reaches in his pocket.

While on the train, you sometimes have small groups of young people playing instruments, singing, rapping or reciting poetry. They don’t hang out at the train stops (I think it’s illegal), but actually ride along with you. The first time I witnessed this, I simply thought “oh, they do that here, too”. What surprised me was as soon as we were arriving at the stop, almost everyone reached in their pockets, purses and wallets to give money. Even if it were only a few Bolivars, it was well received. So guess what? After the 4th time this happened, I reached into my pockets, as well.

These acts of kindness is just one more way Caraqueños break the stereotype of the habits of people in a big city. The best part is my kids see that the norm isn’t to ignore those in need, but to give/do what you can. In turn, another habit I hope to hang on to when our time here is over.

So the day after the earthquake in Haiti, I was trying to keep things somewhat stable for the kids and took them to school. As soon as I arrived, I had parents and teachers who I did not know coming up to me expressing their concerns about what happened. One thing that I have realized about Venezuelans is that they are genuine people.

A couple weeks after I got here, I came down with a stomach bug and had to stay in bed for two days. This meant that my husband had to to handle drop offs and pick ups, as well as meals – which meant going down to the closest restaurant for take-out. Well, once I was better and out and about, the first Venezuelan I saw who knew about my illness said “se siente usted mejor” to which I responded “si, gracias” and then he looked to the sky and said “gracias a dios”. Now I know this may sound corny, but it felt genuine. And let me tell you, I got the same reaction from everyone else who knew; including the waiter at the restaurant where my husband got the take-out

I guess it should have been no surprise when their concern multiplied for a situation that was a million times worse. Well, their kindness didn’t stop with the impromptu prayers. It was followed by an abundance of offers for help and donation. Those who couldn’t offer cash offered food. I helped out at the Haitian Embassy for a day and was astonished at the donations – from parents who recently bought clothes for their children and wanted to send them to Haiti – to a small business-owner who wanted to send her stock of cheese. I know that the world has been generously supporting the relief efforts, but I continue to feel humbled by the way Venezuelans seem to have taken the tragedy of the people in Haiti to heart.

This picture is of the donations collected at my kids’ school over the course of a couple of days. Some of the classes are also holding bake sales and next week they are putting on a play from which all the proceeds will go to the Haitian relief efforts. As if they haven’t done so much already.

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