I have to get this off my chest. I just got off the phone with my friend and we were discussing Haiti and how indescribably horrible the situation is over there. The children. Oh my goodness, the children that are living on the streets. No one. No parents, home, food, clothes - nothing.
I can't even type these words without tears welling up in my eyes. How lucky am I to have a house and family?
What if my family were in this situation? I think about my daughters - specifically Sam - and how she is accustomed to a certain way of life. How would she survive in that situation? I know, most of those children don't. But some do. Those are the children we see on TV when the voice over tells us they need money and bare necessities.
I cannot bear to think of a child not being able to get tucked in at night or kissed on the forehead when they wake up in the morning.
I promise to help, donate, and do whatever I can. In the meantime, I'm sending all my love to Haiti.
I can't even type these words without tears welling up in my eyes. How lucky am I to have a house and family?
What if my family were in this situation? I think about my daughters - specifically Sam - and how she is accustomed to a certain way of life. How would she survive in that situation? I know, most of those children don't. But some do. Those are the children we see on TV when the voice over tells us they need money and bare necessities.
I cannot bear to think of a child not being able to get tucked in at night or kissed on the forehead when they wake up in the morning.
I promise to help, donate, and do whatever I can. In the meantime, I'm sending all my love to Haiti.
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