‘To contemplate is to look at shadows (Victor Hugo),’ but to live a life of purpose, and to serve the hopeless masses, one must engage the shadows in dance. Today my dance card was full….

  I’m at Miami’s International Airport on my way to Haiti for three days of meetings. Unlike previous trips, for security reasons and confidentiality requirements, posts from this trip will be mainly to confirm my well-being. Have a great day and be well…

  I’m in New York City in a hotel that borders Ground Zero. From my window on the 17th floor the scars of 9/11 are still visible, though new construction courageously pushes back against the devastation wrought here long ago. As I gaze below there is a reverence to this place that only mass death

  Our everyday map of the world tells us that Haiti is an island. Of course, there is a larger map that says the earth, too, is an island. Both maps reflect the truth, it’s only our perspective that differ. On my journey, I have discovered that we are all castaways, and that we fall

It’s twilight in Haiti and I am alone in my room. Down the hall from me, my colleague has also retired for the evening. It seems that seven straight 12-14 hour days has taken us both to our physical limits. Historic Developments in a Game Changing Day Though today’s activities resulted in two historic developments,

  I finally understand and fully appreciate what George Orwell meant in his book, 1984, when he said, “Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.” At this very moment, I’m so tired, I feel like two scoops of gelatinous fatigue in a dirty cup with a leaky bottom. In any event, earlier today, I flew back to

  With my trip at the halfway point, it’s time to gather up my belongings and depart for a Mole Saint-Nicolas. During my time in Mole, my colleague, Reginald Auguste, and I will: infuse additional capital into our fledgling micro financing program sign a contract to secure our first building in the community, which will

    Just after sunrise, I met with Father Frechette (a well respected religious figure and hospital administrator) to discuss his experiences and activities in Titanyen. For years Father Frechette has provided dignity for the dead by burying murder victims of the coups, epidemics, and various natural disasters (hurricanes and the earthquake). Additionally, he has

  Today was a holiday in Haiti and the throngs of people, cars and motorcycles which customarily envelope me were conspicuously absent. As I passed through the streets from one meeting to the next it appeared as if the country has paused to exhale. And though such calm normally indicates a level of serenity has

    It’s a little after 5:00pm and I’ve just returned to my home away from home here in Haiti to grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to another meeting. Since I will not return until later this evening, here is today’s installment. While today was filled with various important conversations, the