These are children in the room at IMN school getting ready to do a traditional dance. They look happy and upbeat and are smiling and could be children anywhere. Except they are here in Darbonne. They will leave these walls and walk down streets strewn with litter and debris, fallen rock and cinder block, dust everywhere. The homes they go to are unknown to me, some may have walls with cracks or holes, some may have nothing but thin sheets pulled between two posts. None have running water, few have electricity, toys and games would be hard to come by. I see their smiles, I feel their joy, I cannot understand the pain that lies in their eyes. I want to help each of them, but do not know how.
I share what I can about what I saw but I continue to struggle with the images myself. My students today asked questions about Haiti and I shared with them for about 20 minutes, but in that time I could not express the true impact of what I had seen. Nor the impact of not knowing how I can help them...
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