There is no gas in Port-au-Prince.
Food and water are very scarce.
Prices for everything have
Charles went to PAP today. He could barely describe what he saw, “The flood was nothing.” He said that the houses on the side of the mountains either collapsed or completely fell through the ground as the ravine opened up. He said road were blocked by piles of dead people pulled from the wreckage. Our school in PAP collapsed on itself, they think people are still inside but no one can help. Most government buildings, a lot of the U.N. force and many, many people… gone. As the earthquake passed through yesterday, any infustructure Haiti had… gone. “PAP is down… everything… no food, no water, no gas, no help.”
I can’t sleep. I keep having this dream of falling and violently wake up.
Our medical clinic was packed all day, still is. It is a very bloody scene. Compound fractures, giant gashes and they keep flooding in. On beds, backs, wood. They are now getting here from PAP, at least a 20 mile hike.
The team from Savannah has a man named Jose who is an engineer for Gulf Streamliners. Friday morning, the team will have a military convoy escorting them to PAP and they will fly out on one of those planes. 14 seats, 14 savannahians.
We still don’t know what will happen next here. We just keep trying to help people in the clinic. I think the plane coming will bring us some aid.
We need intentional prayers. Contact your friends, get together and pray hard. PAP prolly will turn in a refugee camp whenever help finally gets here. There are many dead and far more dying.
I’ve never felt sorrow like this.
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I just took an hour break from writing. Another huge aftershock. Everyone ran out of the house.
I think this sorrow is making me physically sick. The Earth keeps moving. My head keeps spinning.
I feel so much distress that my heart physically hurts and seems to skip beats.
I switch from tears to goosebumps, back and forth.
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