Haiti Trip (January ‘19); Day Five: I have arrived at the Port au Prince airport. Battered yet satisfied by the accomplishments and life lessons rendered during this trip. In the distance the mass graves are quiet, again. And even though the warm Caribbean air fills the Haitian sky, Titanyen’s twelve month winter of abandonment and

  ‘For the fallen there is only silence. It is we who make the noise.’ These words came to me in 2010 when I first knelt amongst the visible bones and human carnage in Titanyen. They struck me like a hammer to an anvil and they still resonate within my soul each and everyday. As

  4 years ago today close to 300,000 Haitians lost their lives in less time than it will take you to read this post. If being crushed to death wasn’t a cruel enough fate, most of the innocent victims found their way into the back of dump trucks and were unceremoniously deposited into mass burial

    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

  As most of you know, on January 17, 2010, I watched a segment on 60 Minutes regarding the earthquake in Haiti that changed the course of my life and for the last three days the camera man from that episode, Stan Wilkins, has accompanied me throughout the country. Today we traveled to the mass

Haiti Trip; Day Three: With the positive developments of today nurturing my battered and weary soul, I am reminded of one of my favorite Tennyson quotes: “Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering ‘it will be happier’…” In the fields of Titanyen THEIR whispers beckon our attention and with our arrival