I am in an all day training and missed my mom's call by one minute. She called to let us know that she is in the Dominican Republic and that all 120 boxes of supplies along with her team, will be transferred to Port-Au-Prince by a chartered jet. The initial plan of crossing the border via ground was vetoed after reports of increased looting at the border reached the ears of her team. The tone of her voice mirrors mine when I push emotions into the back seat and push leadership and business into the driver's seat. She is fine and is going to fulfill her calling, no matter what wrenches are thrown into her comfort zone.
I felt so hopeful when I read NPR and BBC stories regarding the level of peace and comradeship between Haiti and the Dominican Republic since the 7.0. These two countries have historically experienced hardship and their relationship with one another has been brutal at best. Mom's leaving for Haiti has lit a candle of hope in my heart that the world would be supportive of Haiti's restoration and would recognize the needs and values of the people. Mom's reports of looting are a cold breeze on this meager flame. However, if the looting is taking place by Haitians, there is no blame or resentment in my heart. Only the somber realization that no matter how much aide currently flows onto its soil, the people of Haiti remain in dire straits.
A quick and easy view of Mom's intended journeys for the day is posted on this link, which also shares the account of a journalist's journey from the Dominican Republic to Port-Au-Prince:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/8467868.stm
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