From March 28, 2020
I happened to be at our gate when a night shift employee was leaving. It was around 10:00am. I saw that she seemed distressed by something she saw. She motioned to another staff to come look. The second staff also looked upset at what she saw.
From March 14, 2020
Today would have been my brother’s 85th birthday. He died fifteen years ago after a long, painful struggle with lung cancer. My extremely busy life, combined with the fact that I lived in Los Angeles and he lived in New York, meant I rarely saw my brother.
From March 31, 2020
To see so much fun and hear so much laughter was a welcomed relief to tension and fear felt outside our walls and around the world. There is hope. And as you are about to read much kindness in the midst of the rising death toll from the coronavirus.
From March 30, 2020
There is a Franciscan priest who is a highly regarded writer and poet. He is the author of many books on Franciscan spirituality. One of his books was instrumental in helping me fall in love with the mendicant little brother who, back in the 12th century, took Lady Poverty as his bride.
From March 29, 2020
Today’s Journal is a photo collage of moments captured on film.
From March 27, 2020
Nurse Rose had been in my office for about 30 minutes discussing problem she had with a member of the staff. The meeting ending around 3:30pm. I walked with Rose as she returned to the clinic and I was headed downstairs to find a kid to help me distribute apples. When I open the door, we could hear screaming coming from the clinic.
From March 26, 2020
Over the last twenty years, in my books, films, and talks, I can’t begin to imagine how many times I discussed compassion and its root meaning. The word means “to suffer with.” This deeper meaning of the word struck me with new force yesterday morning as I was driving the malnourished infant and her mother and aunt to the Missionaries of Charity.
From March 25, 2020
As these days of confusion and concern about the coronavirus in Haiti grind on, I’m becoming more settled in the reality that I’m here for the long haul. Already, this trip is the longest I’ve been in Haiti with a week-long Floridian respite from the harshness of life in Haiti.
From March 24, 2020
The day began with the word spreading around that there are no coronavirus victims in Haiti. The buzz was that the Haitian government was claiming there were cases to get money from a fund to help Caribbean nations fight the deadly disease.
From March 23, 2020
On Sunday morning at 10:45am, I was in my office working on a new book, when I heard a sound I had not heard in a few days: an airline jet taking off. I turned my head to the left and off in the distance I could see a plane climbing up through the bright morning sunshine.
