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I’m sitting at work right now, trying so hard to get this task completed, but I can’t stop thinking about Haiti. I’m haunted by the images of the dead, the dying, the trapped. My heart aches as I see the looks on the children’s faces: those terrified faces. They’ve seen what no child should have to see. Experienced what no child should experience.

I’m sitting in a nice comfortable chair, waterbottle close at hand, a fresh apple too. I have heat to warm me from the cold outside, a roof to protect me from the elements. The air I’m breathing is fresh and clean. My clothes are clean, my body is bathed. My stomach is full. I slept in a warm bed last night.

But the people in Haiti: there’s dead bodies piling up. There’s no water to drink. AT ALL. No breakfast. No phone to call someone – anyone – for help. The air is full of the smell of death and destruction and dust. Dust from the ground, dust from the collapsing buildings. Their clothes are dirty, torn, bloodied. They haven’t eaten. The prison building was compromised and who knows who escaped.

Children are missing. Trapped. Parents dead. Loved ones dead. Lost. Missing. God, please help them.

I can’t stand it. Just sitting here working on this mindless task that really doesn’t help anyone or do any good for anyone. And with each moment I sit here working, someone is buried in the rubble, hope of rescue fading, fading. Ugh. God, you need to help them.

We all are doing what we can: praying. Sending money. Doing what we can to spread the word to get help to Haiti.

But I can barely stand the ache in my heart for this tiny, poorer-than-poor country. I have the urge to go as if it were

From cnn.com

my own family caught, trapped. I see the video of a child sitting on a pile of rubble, shocked, confused, trying to make sense of what is happening. No adult is with him. Suddenly he looks like my own son, the same age and I think, My God help that little baby.

It’s just too much. I’ll turn off the TV for now, stop checking the news sites. Ignoring the problem won’t make it go away, but I’ve done all I can do and watching just ads to my own misery. Which is still nothing compared to theirs.

So I’ll do the only thing that I can do now. Pray. Please God. Just… please.