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Log entry #6- March Haiti trip: “Until next time...”

Log #6- Haiti1 trip: "Sensory Impact"

March 11

March 10

Log Entry #4: Airports and First City View March 9

#3 Fri Mar 5: Maps and Language

Hello, All,

Today it’s all about maps and language. Ray called from Atlanta where he’s working this week and wants me to look for our map of Port-au-Prince. The roads are in different places now, I said... if they are still roads at all. But he feels more secure with a driver and translator if he has a map. We’ll be working in different parts of the city at times, and his having a map is important. So I’ll look in all the corners at home where we tuck maps. Maybe somewhere between Orlando, Boston, and Chicago.

#2 Tues Mar 3:  Ping Pong

Hello, All,

There s a ping pong game going on in my head right now. With less than a week before we leave and a very busy weekend coming up, I am addressing practical needs one moment and emotional needs another. Ping. Pong. Whack the ball. Then give the next a gentle spin.

Trip facts:

Tues Mar 9- Fly to Port-au-Prince; met by Keith and Tom; spend afternoon at Grace Children s Hospital; stay at Palm Court Inn Wed Mar 10- All day at GCH Thurs Mar 11- All day at GCH Fri Mar 12- Morning at GCH; fly to Miami

Log Entry #1- Sat Mar 27

Preparing to go:

Am aware of some areas of preparedness-- spiritual, emotional, professional, physical. Here are some ways I'm doing it.

Perspectives from visit to Port-au-Prince, Haiti: March 8-12, 2010     - Tom Hunsdorfer, Secretary for the U.S. Board of Directors

What I Heard

“Thank you God for giving me time to apologize for the bad things I have done in my life.” – spoken by a nurse who was in the second floor of her home when the earthquake struck, watching concrete walls collapse behind her, the stairs in front of her falling away, and believing she was about to die.

Arms filled with babies.  Bowls of cereal and stew to feed.  Searching eyes. Bubbles.  Smiles, giggles, patty cake and humming songs.  Rocking chairs and benches.  A child's book enjoyed by many.  Busy workers, volunteers and parents.  Diapers, cotton gowns and washclothes.  Tears, wails and sad good-byes.  A day at Mother Theresa's orphanage reminds me how vulnerable children are and how much we all need to be loved and cared for.  May God bless the sisters who carry out his work here on earth all day, every day.