Chapt 16 The Precious Little Girl Picture

Patrice Richard from Paris knocked timidly on the front door of Ms. Ederne Edouard, a 31-year old woman, unemployed and illiterate and hoping for a brighter day.

     The French man who went by Patrice was surprisingly nervous and shockingly lost for words. In his hands he carried a picture of his adopted daughter, 15 years old, Sophia. From his lips, he mouthed the words from Sophia to his birth mother, "I love you Mama. I hope to see you one day, very soon."

Chapt 15 A Church Rebuilds in Haiti

     It poured hard early on.  The anticipated downpour at dawn rocked my frail tent like a bucket of hail or a barrage of barrel-sized buckshot crashing down on a hot tin roof on a dusty, summer day.

Chapt 14 My Tearful Journey to Haiti

I sat lucidly in the American Airlines Admirals' Club staring wide-eyed and dreamily into my laptop screen. I was applying the final touches to my relentless midterm -- an online, take-home test for the MBA school at the George Washington University in DC, soon realizing it would be nearly impossible for me to get out of this exam unscathed and in one piece.  Truly I needed to tend to things back home. But the announcement had already been made on the American Airlines' Intercom System that my flight from JFK was ready to board mosh kosh. I was once again in a hurry to get somewhere -- anywhere, other than here in the present moment -- and in this case, I was heading to Port-au-Prince, Haiti.