Haiti & you: join with us

I am heartbroken for the Haitians. We have talked and prayed with many. Last night spent time in the hospital. Most people have something amputated. It is a pitiful sight. Every age group, both genders, just fill the place up with casts and stumps, dressings and pain. They look lost and devastated. They are homeless and still don´t know where their family members are. There are many children here on the street with one small bag of their life´s belongings. When you ask about their family they immediately say, ¨My father  died,¨or ¨My mother died,¨ and on and on. Their stories are horrific of grabbing the children and running for the door when they felt the ¨shake.¨ Some made it and some didn´t.

 

One girl we helped last night was crying out in pain and holding her stomach.  She was just sitting on the sidewalk outside of the hospital along with her sister and some family. It seemed to get worse as we talked and became unbearable for her. She had told us that her father had died in the quake and that she hadn´t eaten all day.