Monday, May 12, 2008


When I walked into the ravine on Tuesday morning, I overhead a woman say something about a baby in the river. I immediately turned around and asked where the baby was. "In the river," the woman repeated. I dashed to the edge, but couldn't see anything. The woman approached me and told me the rest of the story.

"The baby was sick so we threw it in the river. But it's not there now. The pigs ate it."

Everyone standing nearby nodded calmly. The pigs ate the baby. This, my friends, is Haiti.

And all we could do was whisper, "God, please let the child have already been dead when they got to it!"


Chops said...

That's awful! I don't know if I want to ask what the photo is.

DotBlogger said...

I can't stop thinking about this.

Angela said...

The thought of this has just haunted me since I read it yesterday. I can't even imagine being in your shoes and having it be THAT much of a reality. Praying for all those who hurt because of the loss of this baby

May God continue to give you the wisdom, and physical and emotional strength you need to be used by Him. I'm so glad you can be there to touch so many lives!!!