Just a quick post to express our sadness and horror at the incomprehensible destruction and chaos in the wake of the Haitian earthquake. The magnitude of the devastation is truly overwhelming.
Brad knows one of the Canadians still listed as missing. Though they had never met in person, they had frequent work-related telephone and e-mail conversations. He had sent Brad some pics of Haiti and the work he was doing there. He had been home for the holidays and had just returned to the island nation on Tuesday, the day of the quake. We hope he is still alive and our thoughts and prayers are with him, his family and with all those suffering in Haiti.
Please send what you can to the Red Cross, Doctors Without Borders, or other worthwhile NGOs that are providing relief to quake victims.
UPDATE: Very, very sadly, we have learned that Brad's colleague was one of the casualties of the Haitian earthquake. By all accounts, he was a terrific guy - devoted husband and father of 2. Our hearts go out to his family and friends.
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For Once, then, Something (by Robert Frost)
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
1 comment:
We are so sorry to hear of the loss of Brad's colleague. This earthquake is a true tragedy. Once again it shows how short and fragile our lives are. Make the most of it, people. Live life to the fullest and make it worthwhile for ourself and others around you.
Our thoughts to all who have been inflicted by this horrible disaster.
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