Dispensing hope for Haiti
I know you felt no breath in your baby’s body, teenaged mother, first born, wrapped so tenderly in that old dirty blanket you said nothing, nodding in reply to my questions. The nurse laid open the blanket to examine him, you knew, we pretended. … My grief was mostly in seeing the glimmer of hope on your face, a second before we unwrapped the old blanket. … There my pain and fever reside, in …