Killing Me Softly

Each morning when I went out on the terrace of our place of resident, I enjoyed looking over the city of Haiti. I reflected on what my eyes had seen the day before. It was like snap shots of my life. A child walking naked, a family living in run-down shacks, people working just for […]

What In Hell, do You Want?

Standing outside of Pastor Alexandre Decimus’ Church, a young man came up and asked me what I had seen there in Haiti. I reflected upon what I had seen with my physical eyes, and I told him that I saw hell. He looked at me with such a frown on his face. I repeated the […]