The wind

We leave July 3 to travel to Haiti. I am not with an organization. I'm a woman ... trying to make a difference one life at a time. Sometimes I feel I have lived for my moments with Haitian children: children crying and begging in desperation, on the street. I did,nt know that leaving ones mark on the world unfolds so easily. It is a gift to see how your skills and compassion for others can have such value in a fourth world country. It feels like a strong wind that passes quickly and lasts for ... moments cut into time ... moments that matter. I can make a difference in lives when I stop and feel that wind.