Wednesday, 6 August 2014

It was so hot in mass today that I sweat through my scrubs before I had even set foot in the hospital, so Shana and I were complaining about the heat as we walked into work.  So easy to let yourself focus on the small, transient discomforts of everyday and reach the conclusion that your life is hard or unhappy....  One of the men we've met here greeted us with kisses on both cheeks and asked us how we were; when we asked him the same, he said he was fine, and then added that his wife and daughter had died last week.  After overcoming our speechlessness, it was impossible to express the magnitude of our regret, but he only said something along the lines of, "That's life."  And it is, here in Haiti.