What started as am opportunity to walk across the road and share some candy with a little Hatian girl, that's when it hit me! The realization of just how urgent the needs of this country are. Although we did not speak the same language, we did have something in common, family.
There was a woman that must not have been far away, because as I approached her child she approached me. She began struggling to find words I could understand. She was asking me to look closer at the haqnd that was supposed to accept the candy. It was hyper extended and the contractures made it impossible to hold it in a normal position. At the same time I was looking at this deformed arm, a man suddenly appeared. He was pointing at his eyes that were shining like frozen tears. The scleras were yellow. Even with the language barrier we both knew he was in discomfort. I laid my hand gently on his abdomen and he shook his head yes. That was where the pain was.
My heart broke for this man and for the little girl. I knew how I would feel if it was my family. How can this family get help with no means of support, no transportation and in some areas no clinics.
My first night in Haiti and while I was laying in bed I a sked myself, now what? How can I, one person make a difference when the need is so great, so urgent?
Maybe I will discover that over the next few days, maybe not!
Nancy Wetig, Great Bend Kansas