Writings of a woman who is too frequently on the road; usually to the strangest of places.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Fondwa
Fondwa is gone. Snuffed out like a candle, only much more violently. At least one of my friends has died. Sr. Judy is injured. The orphanage, school, university, clinic, guest house...all gone. I feel completely useless. The same people who nursed me back to health when I was ill are dying, and I am powerless to aid them. It's a sickening feeling. Like a rock in my stomach that swings up and down, making me want to vomit, and crushing me from the inside out. My heart is screaming. Crying doesn't help. With all the attention focused on Port-au-Prince, who will help the people in the provinces, who will help my friends in Fondwa?
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