“A man is pulled alive from rubble in the Haitian capital Port-au-Prince, after being buried for 12 days, the US military says.”
As massochistic as it has been to watch each tragic, hopeless night of Haiti earthquake coverage – of the gut-wrenching, primal howling of a child in pain which affects me so deeply in the pit of my stomach, down to the depths of my womb. Or the screams and sobs of a woman whose mind has just clicked over the edge, just like that, the pain and horror of loss simply too much for her psyche to bear, and so, willingly and resignedly, she simply slips away.
For me, like many, it is innate to focus on the good of a situation, even when you need a microscope to actually find some. Which is not to suggest any sort of “Polyanna-esque” denial, but more to ensure that the energy that comes off me is warm and positive. I have no doubt whatsoever that energy makes an impact, molecules move mountains – literally – and that my strength and hope will connect with people near and far. This is my fundamental truth. I believe it beyond anything else.
And so, as we mark the two-week anniversary of the earthquake in Haiti, now more than ever, we cannot let this devastation be forgotten. When the press compounds are struck, and when – God forbid – Anderson Cooper and Sanjay Gupta leave – we cannot – must not – turn away. We must stay connected, we must share our positive energy and hope, and above all, we must believe.