Haiti

My neighbor Fritz runs a successful food import company. He is also a native of Haiti who grew up in Port Au Prince.

The Sunday before the earthquake, Fritz stopped by our house to chat. We have a pineapple guava tree that bears fruit in the winter. The scent is pungent and lovely and acted as a magnet to attract Fritz. My husband picked some fruit to share and we had the pleasure of watching Fritz’ face as he bit into a ripe guava. Fritz’ expression was ecstatic. He actually moaned with pleasure and said, “This scent reminds of Haiti and my childhood. I need to go back there and help my family. I’m thinking of becoming a mentor and opening a business school.”

We ate guavas and talked a little about Haiti.

Less than 48 hours later the unthinkable happened. Fritz’ immediate family survived the earthquake but their home, the home he was raised in and the surrounding neighborhood was utterly destroyed.

As of last night, Fritz is awaiting a seat on a supply plane. Perhaps he will fly with Doctors without Borders or another group. He will be going as an interpreter and organizer. He doesn’t know exactly when he is going to get to Haiti but he knows he is going.

I know this is not how he envisioned his return to Haiti. I also know he is needed there more than ever.

My heart is with Haiti.

XXOO Kat