HAITI and the memories that it brought back.

I was around 6 years old when the 1990 Baguio Earthquake struck.
I don't have much details in my memory. I just remember being cold and afraid.
I remember my mom hugging me and my sister close to her side while she was carrying my brother (he was still a baby then). I remember that I was not wearing any slippers and that my feet were so cold. I remember the rain, but my young mind was wondering why the droplets seemed liked small stones landing on my feet.

I remember sleeping under a big tent together with the other children and their Mamas and their Papas. It was like a slumber party only it was not much fun because everyone seemed so afraid. When I got older, I realized that my family was one of the lucky ones because we did not end up homeless. Luckier still because we all survived.

All these memories came flashing back when the Haiti Tragedy struck.

I feel for the children.
I know how it's like to wonder if everything will be ok again.

This post is to officially help make everyone aware that there are a lot of Haiti locals right now that are in need of our help. They need food, medicine, water and clothing.
If there's anyway that we could help, let's reach out.