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Like hundreds of thousands of people, Haiti's tragedy has affected me terribly. There is no doubt that pain is knocking our doors and I feel obliged to reflect in order to make sense of all this. I cried for Haiti, I cried as I left the packages in the distribution center, I cried at the sight of human greatness working for a common goal, I cried while praying. I cried for me. How I can mourn for me when my neighbor who suffers? Haiti because it happened to me too. While watching the physical and human destruction on the roads, so I had to drop my preconceived ideas in the blind alley of my ignorance. Haiti is my neighbor and do not know, knew nothing about him.
to me that we are all neighbors, we live on the same planet and use it, and mistreated, the same resources that the planet provides us. But we are dwarfed by not having the courage to take away the gríngolas, to continue living like automatons, to be addicted to soap operas starring harmful and demeaning to our public servants, elected by us and maintained by their egos.
I am part of the problem and to improve I have to first recognize where I am failing. Yes, I like thousands of people, we contribute in many ways, coy and anonymously, but I also recognize that what I see out of me, and I jamaquea or uncontrolled, it is not within me. Visceral pain that Haiti is our lives because we had a party to it. Learning from the past to avoid repeating in the present is vital to our growth, redemption and, God forbid, our salvation.
reconstruction of Haiti last year, I hope mine is less.
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