We’d all like to get on a plane to Haiti right now.
What could I do? Peel potatoes in a soup kitchen? Haul away wreckage that was once homes? Bathe and bandage frightened children? Cry with the women who are burying their babies and husbands?
But I can’t.
I have work and people who need me right here. So I’ve sent my paltry donation and now I’m trying to plan Gabe’s birthday for tomorrow. I’m always torn when planning parties and reading headlines of devastation. How can life be so hard and wonderful all at once? I’ll be so grateful on that distant day when all the world can celebrate together.
But there’s one more thing I can do.
It happens to be the height of ebay season. I happen to have some really lovely things stashed in the basement…
For those who’ve asked about Mary’s ridiculous wardrobe: much goes to my friends with three little beauty-girls. The fancy stuff– the dresses I never should have bought because it’s a sin and a crime to spend that much on bits of cotton and tulle– go to ebay. I’m not proud of it. I’m like a druggie who has to sell to support my habit.
But hey, at least I know how to ebay.
What have you got to sell? Maybe we can start a Love for Haiti movement?