Lost

"Lost" (dave holvig)

if you've ever seen the show lost, you know that if they even thought they heard a plane or helicopter, that was grounds for a major celebration. that's the goal when you're stranded on a deserted island with no hope, no clean water to drink and no place to go to the bathroom. (palm trees only look nice when you are sure that survival is in place)

at the second stop, as we were filling buckets with water and watching a father bathe his son on the sidewalk next to us - a plane flew over head. a big plane, 747 style and my thought was, "they found us! -they know we're here." as if we were stranded and the coast guard just spotted us from above. 

but we've known about the plight of haiti for years. that plane comes and goes all the time, but that is not a rescue plane. 

later in the trip i mentioned that thought, wondering if the hatian people ever feel that way when planes fly by -and kev asked a good question. he said, "how many of them do you think would even want to go?" 

the truth is there are a lot of things about the way they live that are vastly superior to us. they are in a constant community, their kids are raised by the whole village. they watch out for each other. sure they commiserate, but they laugh too! 

would a busy lifestyle, starbucks and a stressful job feel like rescue to them? or would it be better if we could simply find ways to help clean up the water right here in haiti. 

God is good, but man is bad. haiti is what it is because of us, not God. there's plenty of food in this world for everyone. but we have burned down our store houses to build bigger ones! i should say, i have. goodnight nurse!

journal day 2