My heart has ached as I've watched the news reports about the horrific earthquake in Haiti. I have a special affinity for that country-- it's where I picked up the parasites that made me sick for years! So I affectionately look back at Haiti as the country that continues to give after a one week visit!
You see these catastrophic events taking place in these third world countries and you can't help but wonder why they must continuously live such cruel lives-- never getting a break.
Haiti was just finally getting on her feet after being battered by several severe hurricanes in the past few years. When I visited back in 1998, it was and continues to be the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere You can't even begin to wrap your head around the poverty there. One half of the population lives on less than 1 dollar a day.
We saw dead bodies in the gutters.
Children living in lean-tos, shanties and squalor.
I remember leaving the airport and making the long drive on the dirt highway into Port Au Prince.
This is what we saw-- communities living on the side of the roads with dirty blankets and fabric stretched over four sticks slammed into the ground for cover-- a pig or goat would be staked next to where they lived.
Now keep in mind, I was only there a week and the story we were doing focused on a black market, illegal but booming business-- the underbelly of a country.