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The destruction in Haiti is unimaginable, far worse than what is shown on television. We are spared hearing the constant moans and cries of those trapped underneath the rubble, the stench of the dead lining the streets, we can see but we cannot feel the anguish of a mother who has just identified the bodies of her four children.
All we can do is pray.
We have been taking up a collection for Haitian Relief at school. The students have been encouraged to bring in a donation, however small, to help out with the effort. I was touched when one of my little students brought in her piggybank. Without fanfare, and rather privately ( which is odd for a five year old ) she deposited the entire contents of it into the fund jar.
It was one of those moments that just made me smile inside and out.
Unfortunately she dropped her piggybank onto the floor and it broke into a million pieces.
There was no way to save it.
As I was cleaning it up I kind of got a little teary eyed.
How unfair after such a kind act!
I looked over at Ditya as I was sweeping up the pieces, I expected her to be upset but she wasn't.
She had this peaceful little gaze that gave me the goosebumps.
"Ditya, I'm sorry this happened" I consoled
"It's OK Mrs F, it's just a bank, my money is still going to Haiti."
And with that I just smiled.
Leaving her the last word to lead us all.
Peace ~ Rene
American Red Cross