A call came for need, and we are here. We have the OR running now with that donated by so many at home, and spent the day debriding, cleaning, amputating. The people are so fragile–emotions raw and open. Yet a quiet surreal acceptance is on the faces of those most hurt. Will the young man be able to live his life as I know he will lose his leg? Will the preacher’s wife survive, the baby with possible meningitis live? All those cut and torn and broken? A cheshire cat moon shines down as I stand on the balcony, smiling its golden smile on this city tonight. Erie darkness covers the town hiding all the pain and suffering under its dark blanket. Looking down, who would know what has happened this week–who could see the horror wrapped in this night. It is so hard. Yet even with this horror there is so much kindness, so much love and compassion. Not wanting to be heroes, people world round have come, just trying to help. For why else are we here?
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