4:03 am High speed winds rip through Sacramento. Rain is pouring out of the sky. I am in bed comfortably wrapped in my beloved Robert’s arms under the warmth of covers sheltered by the 120 year old walls and roof of our home, affectionately called Spirit Mountain. The telephone rings and I wake Robert to answer the call. On the other end of the line is our sister Herline. I breathe a sigh of relief as I listen intently to the exchange in Creole, gleaning the gist of the conversation. The call is brief as she doesn’t have much time on the calling card. Robert hangs up the phone and reports that Haiti has been rocked by another 6.0 magnitude earthquake. The shaking of the earth was felt by those in Cap Haitien. Herline ended the conversation expressing fearful concern, grounded by her faith in God.
Robert and I move out of the warmth of our cocoon to turn on the television in the living room. Our stomachs churn as we expect the worst. Thankfully, Anderson Cooper is reporting not much new damage with the latest 6.1 aftershock. The epicenter of this quake was reportedly northwest of PAP. Mr. Cooper continues his plea for help in Haiti. The images behind him are of people frantically running around PAP. Citizens of the world are donating generously from their wallets and sending compassionate wishes from their hearts. Where is the help? Organizations like Doctors without Borders struggling to get medical assistance into Haiti with their planes being diverted to the Dominican Republic. Then they have to traverse the roads to get into Haiti; a challenging task in the best of times. We understand the challenging logistics presented by this disaster. We are comforted when we receive a trickle of information that our family and friends are alive. I complain of the difficulty as the days drag with our feelings of helplessness. Robert replies, “Sweetie, only God knows”.
Always,
Charlotte and Robert
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