The images remain in my head. I hate having such a detailed, nearly photographic mind. When we first heard about the massive earthquake which hit Haiti, we sat in front of the television stunned. The worse situation to ever place yourself is when you want to do something but can't.
Whether it's a loved one in a hospital fighting a terminal disease, perhaps it's a child crying out wanting comfort, maybe it's a friend grieving from a death, you want to help. You feel this need to do something. Anything to make things better.
The piles of dead bodies and the eyes of people looking from within layers of concrete were images which definitely should make the desensitized droids wake up.
People did respond. People did send money to help. Family members from both sides called the house to check on us. We shuffled the calls with our own to reach people. Then, I typed as fast as I could using every social network site and email to get details. Any info would provide an ounce of comfort.
For two nights I slept very little, less than my usual amount. I didn't want to miss news. I had to text info out as soon as I learned something. Would this make a difference? I just felt this was my part, my role in the chaos.
If we can find a purpose when such events happened it tends to give a direction. It's not enough just to send money. The money's important but the need to stay connected to rebuilding another community, to grasp another cause is more important.
Even this blog is helping me to bring out the images and describe them. I feel some art and words surfacing. Not to just show the ugliness of death but the beauty of hope and the determination for people to climb up their walls and reach out with a hand to rescue strangers.
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