(this post was originally written in 2012 while I was living in Haiti and posted on my then blog. I’m reposting some of my favorite blog posts here for posterity and sharing sake)

I was recently talking to a friend about feeling and coping. And the truth is I don’t often think about it all because it’s too hard. I can’t think about life and what we gave up because I don’t want to miss it all. I don’t think about all the bad things in the world and the harsh reality of what we see here because it makes it too hard to see the good. I don’t think about what could happen and the gravity of living in Haiti because it scares me.

But here is the truth: A little girl died last night.

A little 3 month old who came into a clinic yesterday, was seen by doctors who did all they could to help her but it was too late. She died last night. In a hut in Haiti. Had we not been here this week, she would have died without anyone else but her family really knowing. There would have been a family grieving for the loss of a child and the world would continue on. As if nothing had happened. And that is what makes me mad.