These were my plans before 1pm.
Shortly after lunch, I said hello to the helicopters. Flying in from every which way, they demanded a show from all of us at the guesthouse. They were literally doing circles around our front yard. I have never seen an aircraft so close in the air. I thought the steps to their landing bars were going to get hooked on our electrical wires. At one point I was convinced there would be a helicopter landing on the guesthouse roof. We could see the pilots in the cockpit and the kids were waving to them. The pulsating sound of the overhead blades was deafening, and much to my horror, rattling my cupboards (not the best scenario after an earthquake, but fear not everything is fine). Within 2 hours there had been 3 landings and take offs - All shipments of supplies and food to the Mission of Hope.
Throughout their comings and goings I returned to my computer and tried to re-orient myself with the reading progress of my primaries, or math unit test marks.
Pretty pointless. I blame it on my kids jumping around on the balcony and shouting 'Here comes another one!!!', but they are forgiven. How many days to I get to see a show like this!?
The good news: Help is arriving. Since the original quake, the Mission of Hope has become known around Haiti and by many worldwide distribution organizations and hospitals. Our medical staff are working around the clock with specialized surgical groups on site to be as effective as we can in bringing relief and hope to people all over the island. This is why we are some of the lucky ones to receive direct resources from choppers. I still have to pinch myself that I'm not dreaming.
The bad news: My report cards take a back seat once again. When and how I will ever get these painstaking progress reports done is still unknown. But despite the due date that lingers ahead, I have to take it one day at a time - trusting that the Lord will give me focus in the spits and sputters of stillness that await me.
Gotta go. Here comes another one!