Haiti Trip; (December), Day Eight: It’s approximately 9:30pm and I have just arrived at Miami’s International Airport. And though my itinerary says that I am physically more than half way home, the truth of the matter is I find myself somewhere beyond the grasp of my intelligence and the scope of my vocabulary. As

  Haiti Trip; (December) Day Seven: While there is so much that I would like to share with you regarding today’s historic developments, I sorry to say that this installment will be short on details as I am thoroughly exhausted and I am having a great of difficulty seeing the keyboard. With that being said,

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

  Haiti Trip ( December); Day Two: It’s a little after 11:00 pm and I am finally able to jot down a few notes before I call it a day. While my activities today covered a wide array of individuals and topics, I’m happy to report that one of Haiti’s most respected family’s has agreed

  Haiti Trip (October-November); Day Five: My activities today returned me to the barbarous fields of Titanyen.  To a place so swollen with bodies the earth now gives light to the bones of its prey. While walking amongst the fallen sons and daughter of Haiti, hundreds of thousands of souls in-total, I couldn’t help but

  Haiti Trip; Day Five:  Earlier today, in a quiet office not far from the mass graves in Titanyen, I participated in a meeting with Reginald Auguste and Daniel Rouzier. Since this meeting was two years in the making for me, and decades in the making for Haiti, I found our conversation to be both

Haiti Trip; Day Three: In the aftermath of the 2010 earthquake, many brave and honorable Haitians answered the call of duty in ways that can only be described as “heroic.” Some risked their very lives by climbing into the bowels of collapsed and teetering buildings, all in an effort to aid those in critical need.

Day Seven: In a seemingly endless run of good luck, I am happy to report the following developments. (FYI-Due to confidentiality restrictions placed upon me, I can only discuss today’s activities in “general” terms. I will, however, provide full disclosure of all individuals and/or companies when I am legally allowed to do so.) Earlier today,

Haiti Trip; Day Two: It’s been said that a picture can be worth a thousand words, and I have always been impressed by the power of this saying. Today, however, in the mayor’s office in Croix des Bouquets, I saw the power that words can have when I presented my teams proposal to transform the

Haiti Trip; Day One: Today was another one of those days where my Haitian journey took an unexpected and serendipitous turn. After nearly two years of trying in vain to schedule a meeting with the “legal landowner” of the property upon which the Corail resettlement camp sits, guess who came to a dinner held in