Reflecting

After being gone for 3 weeks the adjustment to coming back home and reality has been a little difficult. As well I am trying to catch up on my sleep. How do I describe to people here what I saw, experienced, as stories of surviving the floods and hurricanes I was told by the patients. I don't know but I must try. It's hard to listen to the negative comments back about the situation here at home and I keep reminding myself, "They don't know what the situation is, so I can't hold it against them." When I was talking to someone about the fact that child slavery is a HUGE issue still in Haiti, their comment back to me was "Yeah, but Mel slavery is a problem everywhere. We have slavery here in the US. I am a slave to my mortgage company." I just stood there in disbelief. I didn't say anything cause I thought maybe he was joking. He was not.

Are you freaking kidding me? Comparing trying to buy a house to a child being sold into slavery, beaten, maybe fed once in a while. No education, no hope. In a place where kids are fed dirt cookies so that way their little tummies can know what it feels like to be full, even if its just for a little bit.

I have to seriously deal with this or else it'll keep bugging me. Grace. Pure and simple. Love. Maybe its the sleep deprivation.

I have to keep educating. I have to tell others about their brothers and sisters who are suffering. Serving and missions work is in my blood.