1 February 2010
Long ride back to the Dominican Republic today, but tonight I had dinner with good friends. We laughed and enjoyed the meal. We spoke of home and our lives there. We remembered our wives and kids and were thankful for those. Tonight in Port Au Prince, sweet little boys and girls will go to bed hungry in a tent if they are lucky, or the ground under the stars if they are not. Today they have hauled water, washed their clothes and bathed in the ditch. They have had little to eat, while some have had nothing at all.
While I am happy to be here, a part of me now will always be there. I wish there were a way to protect them, feed them, clothe them, comfort them. Tonight I feel guilty and I suspect that every meal for some time I will feel guilty. I will feel for these when I lie down in my warm bed at night, when I take my warm shower in the morning.
Lord help me not to forget. Teach me to find ways to help. Keep me mindful of these and make me a better father and husband. Keep me mindful of my blessings for who am I and what is my house that You have been so good to me.
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