Yesterday I went to a meeting with Senator Johanns and two other groups who had also been in Haiti. During the meeting one of the attendees made the comment that where they were on the Dominican side of the border between Haiti and the Dominican Republic was Hell. I remember thinking to myself that not once did I think of describing Haiti that way. Despite the fact that downtown Port-au-Prince looked as if a bomb had exploded, despite all the dead and wounded amputees, and despite all the chaos, I never thought to myself, "I'm in Hell." I have seen nothing worse in my life than the sites I encountered in Haiti, and I still wouldn't qualify Haiti as "Hell on earth" because to me, Hell is a place devoid of all hope. And Haiti, albeit crippled, is a place full of hope, full of promise, full of gratitude for the help received thus far, and full of beautiful people.
But the needy will not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the afflicted ever perish. Psa 9:18