It breaks my heart to see the suffering in Haiti. So many people, lost forever. Others, crying out from the rubble.
As always, America answers the call.
Americans are there, lending helping hands, doing what we can to salvage the country and its' citizens.
This chilling event has devastated one of the most impoverished countries. Countless organizations are taking donations for the search and recovery efforts. I feel so much compassion for these people; and yet I am helpless.
Relevations about 2012 flood my mind. This feels very ominous to me. I am trying to shrug off the uneasy feelings riveting through my body.
I tell myself this is nonsense. Is is nonsense? The suffering of Haitians and those unforgettable images give me pause.
I am going to pray, and keep praying for the end of pain; for miracles to minimize the loss of life. This is the least I can do for a nation already paid its' dues and then some. Parents in limbo, fearful that they will not see their children again. Others, trying to locate their relatives- all so incomprehensible to me.
I feel saddened; this evokes the same kind of feelings I had on 9/11. You may argue that this event is different.
However, it seems very similar in many ways.