My husband John and I are connected to Haiti through John's work there as a doctor and through our organization, Haitian Hearts, which brings children and young adults to the United States for heart surgery. I write about our experiences in this lovely, suffering country. Haiti is the kind of place that breaks your heart, even as it fills it up.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
We take a brief break from the miracle of Marie. . .
. . . to bring you the picture above which was taken in the last 24 hours in Cite Soleil, a large slum in Haiti's capital city, Port-au-Prince. When I see pictures like this, I ask myself, "Why? Why do we live in a world that allows--forces?--people--children--to live like this? Why haven't the people of the world who have enough--more than enough, so much enough that it's killing us--banded together, risen up, and changed the world?"
I know the causes are many and complicated. I know it's been like this forever. I know there are obstacles to helping. But I still can't seem to get my mind around the reality that we live in a world where so many people live in places like the above, or slightly better while others of us wallow in affluence.
It's hurting all of us.
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