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.

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