Yesterday was a long day at work. I wasn't feeling the best over the weekend, but Sunday and Monday I was starting to feel pretty good. Then yesterday I got to work and my nose started dripping, and my eye started watering. Basically, that was me all day. Great to be the afternoon receptionist when all you want to do is leave a tissue sticking out of your nose. It sounds gross, it is gross, but I've totally done that at home. Can I get a witness?
In any case, as many days at work go, toward the end of the day you just get anxious for quitting time. When I looked up from my work I noticed I only had seven minutes until I would be able to leave.
I didn't leave in seven minutes, but the stress was off and I knew that any time I wanted to leave I could. So, I finished some odds and ends and left pretty soon there after as I was not feeling so great.
When I got home and turned on the news I heard about the earthquake in Haiti. It happened at 4:53. My heart sank as I remembered that being the time I was so excited to leave my job. My job, located in the United States, in Pennsylvania, near most of my family, my family that had not experienced an earthquake.
And so I thought of those I had met in the Dominican Republic, the country that shares the island of Hispaniola with Haiti. I had gone to the DR while I was in college to help with a building project. The people I met there were the most loving, happy, and genuine people I have ever met. They had next to nothing.
I know that Haiti is less well off than the DR, my sister-in-law had seen this first hand while she was in college. I have transferred some of the faces of the people I met in the DR to some of those in Haiti. I am hoping my acquaintances in the DR are safe, but praying for their neighbors to the West.
I will continue to get excited when I see that I can leave work soon, but I will be reminded to pray for those in Haiti still waiting to hear from loved ones and for the ongoing recovery effort.
