It's after 11 p.m. & I'm well past exhausted from chaperoning a ski trip with students. I had a good time & should clearly be taking some pain meds to stave off the impending muscular doom awaiting me in the morning & taking my arse to bed. Instead, I'm feeling like I have a responsibility I've neglected.
While I was swishing through "the gift that God made for us," #kidssaythedarndestthings and enjoying the precious laughter of the
I was not present today to ensure my other 80+ students recognized Haiti. I feel strangely guilty for this. Last year, I helped my school raise money & supplies to take over in the hands of a nurse going to assist. With my family I bought supplies and made kits for displaced people. I donated again & again to organizations I both trusted & don't. My Bestie is Haitian & I realize that I have not spoken to him today either.
There is no more mental energy available tonight, but I feel like my 1st letter in the letter challenge will be tomorrow & I think I'll write it to Haiti. I'm going to go to bed now & hope that reading this wasn't your 1st knowledge of the importance of this day.
Not all anniversaries are happy.
Watch me move.