As I sat this morning watching my son’s basketball game, I was struck by how life goes on, even in the midst of great tragedy.
We have to go to work, our kids have to go to school, meals have to be made, and errands have to be run . . . life goes on.
But, as my life goes on, I cannot get the heartbreaking images out of my head.
-The little girl with cute braids and glasses trapped and screaming from fear and pain
-The fifteen-day-old baby with severe head lacerations
-The mother standing by the school where her son had last been, crying out his name
-The mass graves being filled with bodies that no one has claimed, and no one even knows their names
So, while my life goes on, for millions of Haitian people, their lives have come to an unbearable, screeching halt....