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Haiti Blink

January 21, 2010

Moments. A bus painted like a party, colourful as Crayola, unmoving as a headstone. Haiti. You were poor before the quake; you are poorer now. As the world rushes in to help and criticize I see that bus, cheerful amongst the ruins. Poor, Black, fought over and ignored in equal measure, I wonder about the photographer who wanted us to see your true spirit, hope in jewel tones, bright, bold, and unmistakably resilient.

Doctors without Borders (www.mfs.ca) told The Globe and Mail they bought saws in the market for amputations because a plane full of medical supplies was thrice thwarted from landing. Say that three times without painkillers. I take comfort knowing the doctors are there. When I donate to them I am doing it because I want the men and women cutting through bone to know they aren’t alone. I would be as useless as Paris Hilton in their O.R. but I can pick up a phone.

I saw a picture of Craig Keilburger founder of www.FreeTheChildren.com sitting, head tilted forward surrounded by and listening to Haitian children. I am glad he is there. Everyone pulls on heartstrings hoping to open wallets. That’s not what got me. It was a bus, a saw and a Canadian kid who has grown into a compassionate leader. It was good people doing what they do, painting buses, taking pictures, amputating limbs. I haven’t slept all night. Sure it is jet leg but it’s also my heart. I am away from the one I love and that makes me sappily grateful and in moments lost.  If money speaks let mine say thanks.

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