I'll sleep indoors tonight, in a safe bed, after a decent meal, with the Princess for company, and all my friends and family members are healthy and accounted for. So many people can't say even these simple things tonight. Especially in Haiti.
Patrick Farrell of The Miami Herald won the 2009 Pulitzer Prize for his pictures of the devastating hurricanes and flooding in Haiti last year, truly a year without mercy. And that was long before the earthquake. How much misery can one country, one people withstand?
My boss was in Port-au-Prince last month on a week-long humanitarian trip. Now her tour guide is among the missing.
I heard on NPR that most charitable donations are made during the first 6 days after an event. As the news cycle revolves and other stories develop, attention wanders and people forget. I suppose we have to turn to other things or the grief of the world would be overwhelming. Meanwhile, the Herald is doing a marvellous job of keeping us informed, when we can bear to look.
But tonight I'm feeling that my personal cares and worries are pretty meaningless compared to the troubles of others. Haiti is very much on my mind and my heart. And I'm feeling the urge to help if I can.
If you feel that impulse, now's the time. It's as cheap and easy as texting. In fact, it is texting. If you text "Haiti" to "90999" a donation of $10 will be given automatically to the Red Cross to help with relief efforts, charged to your cell phone bill.
A small thing, but it's a start.