March 24, 2010
Sometimes? Sometimes, I don't really have my own words, or my own pictures. Sometimes I don't know how to tell you that I'm in the middle of midterms and I'm having to MAKE myself blog and sleep and think straight, and that I wanted to cry in the middle of work today cause all I want to do is go home and have a day to do nothing and sit with my mom.
And then? Then I look at my friend Angela's photos from her recent trip to Haiti, and I get beyond myself when I read about things like this that are going on in Haiti. Then I know why I am a journ student, and the reason that I am in the midst of midterms - because I want to be someone who writes for those who don't have their own voice -
The rest of the story can be found here.
I get beyond myself when I realize that my 7-year-old Haitian sister could be on the streets in Haiti instead of home in her new room in Northern, California with my family (HER family).
I went through and I found all of my friend's pictures of the women that she worked with this trip, because I wanted you to think faces, and real people, when you read these stories. I suppose that's the entire point of this blog. I want to, somehow, make need smaller and to bring it home, the way that the people around me (like Angela) do it for me.
I don't know where to tell you to donate. I don't know what to tell you to do. I'm overwhelmed by the sick feeling in my stomach when I think about these girls, and these women.
All I know is that I have to go back to studying for a midterm now - and that I'm not going to sleep a lot tonight because of it. But I wanted to catch you for a moment in your day, and to bring the present crisis to your attention.
You tell me --- what do we do?
(photos via Angela Fairfield).