Haiti

I’m sitting here trying to organize my thoughts and pictures from Haiti. 

As I’m here, my mom calls and tells me about the Cholera outbreak in Haiti.

 

I am broken and crushed.

These people are beautiful. They are amazing.

 

And they are already broken.

 

Now….more for them to handle??

More fear?

More tears?

More loss?

I don’t get it. 

 

Right now…

My thoughts are walking through the streets,

Seeing the homeless.

Seeing the rubble.

Seeing the faces.

 

The people.

 

And I sit here in tears.

 

What can be done?

I feel an empty loss.

 

I am bothered by injustice.

I am bothered that I am sitting in a coffee house typing.

I am bothered that cars are driving by.

I am bothered that our lives go on, despite their’s.

 

Injustice is that:

People are dying.

People are homeless.

Kids are living on the streets,

They are starving.

 

Injustice is that:

We are numb.

We cared once.

We watched the footage.

Once.

 

So what can we do?

I don’t know.

 

But this is my shot…

I am going to:

Keep Haiti close.

Keep the faces near.

Keep the heartache alive.

Keep faith.

I am going to remember. 

And love how I know how to love. 

I am going to hold on.