Okay, I admit it. My name is Jen and I have an empathy disorder. While I know generally what is happening in Haiti I must be honest here and say I have not watched all of the news stories. I can’t. I was awake for weeks after hearing a story in England about a baby who was found (thankfully alive) days after her mother passed away. Commercials for horror movies give me nightmares. And I don’t say that lightly, I had horrible nightmares every night from the “I am Legend” movie. After a few weeks of this I decided to read the Movie Spoiler, thinking that if I knew the story it wouldn’t be scary anymore. The result was more weeks of worsening nightmares.
So maybe you can see why I can’t stand to watch news footage of children scared and homeless and starving. It’s too much for me and makes me go and wake up my children, who are confused and tired and don’t want to be hugged at 10pm. But there’s no escaping that the news there is not good. Hunger, thirst, and fear run Haiti now. The government never had the resources to deal with such devastation and so there is no one to help. Although help arrives every day, it’s nearly impossible to get that help to the people who need it the most.
So last weekend as I sat in my comfortable house I couldn’t help but think about Haiti. My sweet babies sleep soundly in their beds. The fridge is stocked with food, even it if isn’t brand name and fancy. Water runs freely from my faucets and if I need something a car will take me without a second thought to a store where I can blissfully buy anything I need with a credit card. But I think of those mothers in Haiti. What do you do with three children and NO water and nothing to eat? I feel bad when I say “we can’t afford that” to my 5 year old. How would I feel if I had to tell him “we don’t have anything to eat today, you’re going to have to go hungry?” How would I function day to day if I couldn’t care for the most important thing in my life, my children. Worse yet, what if the wall of my house fell in and I died? Or my children died?
So you see why I don’t need the news. My own imagination is more than enough to scare and horrify me. I feel helpless and powerless to help them because really, I am. I can’t drive down there with 10,000 pounds of food and feed and cloth and heal the wounds, physical and emotional, of every family in Haiti. I’m stuck doing whatever little thing I can. That’s where the next chapter begins.
I started http://www.hyenacart.com/HaitiRelief. Items donated by an amazingly talented and diverse group of talented artisans will be auctioned off starting February 14th through the 21st. Yes, it’s Valentines Day. But I figure there’s no better way to celebrate love than to show it to people who need it most.