The Breath of Life

From March 24, 2019

After a long sleepless night which gifted me with hours of quiet writing, yesterday was the best day I’ve had in weeks. The cough was mild enough I was able to go out for a few hours to get a long overdue haircut and to buy some pajamas for Bency, Naïve, and Ally. I took two long naps. I tried to take a walk in the late afternoon, but tired quickly. I think the worst is behind me.

Hidden in the Rubble

From March 27, 2019

My second trip to Haiti came just days after the earthquake. I flew in with a medical team on a private jet. We landed in the middle of an absolute nightmare of twisted, broken bodies. I saw crushed arms and legs being amputated. I saw death and destruction on an unimaginable level. I saw streets littered with corpses. I saw the skeletal remains of a person burned to death. The following reflection was written at the end of that second trip.

Mail Currier

From March 20, 2019

At about 10:00pm on Monday night, I was about to go to bed when I noticed that I had a phone message. Sr. Immacula had called a half hour earlier. In the recording she said she had some urgent mail that needed to be taken to Florida. The first two attempts to return her call failed. I was becoming frustrated. When the connection was finally made, she answered, “Hello, Gerry.”

Back to Florida

From March 19, 2019

The continuous coughing is wearing me down. Saturday night into Sunday was dreadful. I had to get up a 2:30am. Sunday night into Monday was slightly better but still miserable. I’ve coughed with such frequency and intensity the last three days, that I literally hurt a muscle on the left side of my ribcage, making each cough more painful.

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