If it were my country, my city, my home or my babies, it would seem as though all hope was lost. If it were me, I would see this whole thing so differently. The devastation in Haiti is unimaginable. When I close my eyes and wonder what they are all suffering through, I can’t even come close. Because it isn’t me.
And so we sit helpless, but not really. Because I have money. And I have knees to kneel on. And because Jenny started Hope For Haiti. And then my (in)courage friends joined her. And The Nester. And Amber. And so many other helpless ones who know The Helper.
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