As our 737 banked around for its final approach into the airport at Port au Prince, I had the strangest mix of emotions. I’d been gone less than 3 weeks—and now I was “back.” I recognized parts of the city as we descended from the west; I could almost make out Carrefour, the epicenter and place where I first stayed. I fought back tears...yet landed with a smile. Honestly, I was caught totally by surprise from my own emotions. And just like that... I was back.
That was 2 days ago. Since then I’ve been all too reminded of the devastation and destruction. One of our team yesterday said they drove past over 30 dumptrucks, all lined up one after the other—empty but waiting to be filled. One Haitian Senator tried to give perspective to the need. Somewhere it was calculated that if the government had 1,000 dumptrucks, working 24 hours a day, 7 days a week — it would take 3 years to clear all the rubble from Port au Prince. Sobering and Daunting...so why did I WANT to come back?
One look at this face and you will know the answer
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