“I had no shoes and complained. Until I met a man who had no feet.”
Well, all the stuff I was going to write about is going to the wayside. I mean, how can I write about my trivial stuff (that includes probably losing my house and 100% certain I’m losing my entire inheritance from my dad) when there are people in Haiti who have lost not only their homes, but their everything, including family, friends and even their own lives. Compared to that, the horrible things I’m going through are nothing. I still have my husband, my job (for now), food, shelter and health. That’s more than many can say in Haiti. I’d say that’s more than MOST can say in Haiti.
So Haiti comes first before anything.
I cannot imagine the devastation. The suffering. The loss. The feeling of hopelessness that they must be experiencing. I feel so helpless here. I’ve done what I could do (don’t forget, you can donate blood and money!). I’ve even volunteered to be on the list of people who would be willing to consider the possibility of being deployed to Haiti. My command has not yet been tapped, but our sister commands on the east coast have. I know of at least one person who commissioned with me who is going.
This is the sort of thing I looked forward to doing when I signed up for the Navy Reserves. I didn’t look forward to the disasters, but knowing that they are inevitable, I looked forward to being on a team that can help people out at their worst time. Maybe make that nightmare more tolerable. Just a kind word and smile and knowing that someone cares for you can go a long way. THAT’s what I want to do. It’s what I was born to do. I’m a caretaker, healer, helper and fixer. That’s who I am. And it pains me that I’m not able to help out right now. If this had happened just one month later, I’d be in the perfect position to go. Right now… it’ll depend on timing.