I must really live in a bubble, because I only just found out about the Haiti earthquake.
More than 100,000 died in yesterday’s 7.0 quake 10 miles from the capital of Port-au-Prince. The powerful earthquake flattened the president’s palace and the main prison, the cathedral, hospitals, schools and thousands of homes. Thousands are still trapped.
And here I am, boo-hooing about my fertility problems.
Let’s all keep Haiti in our prayers.
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Last week, a regular customer at my mother’s store came in after a 2-week vacation.
Upon learning that she had been to Nigeria to visit relatives, I asked if the country is still a dangerous place to visit.
“Oooohh yes. In fact, we narrowly escaped an attack one night!”
“That’s horrible! What happened?”
“We were to go visit my aunt’s house one night for her birthday. But due to a horrible storm, we were not able to make it. The next day we found out that my aunt’s house was raided by armed gunmen that night…they knew Americans would be visiting and had targeted the house hoping to get our money.”
O_O (that’s me gaping with my eyes wide open)
“The scary thing is, it had to be an insider job, because not too many people knew we were coming. These gunmen would’ve shot us dead. They would have killed us after taking our money, or they would have killed us because we didn’t have enough money. God sure was looking down on us that night.”