Last night a 4.0 earthquake rattled me out of my dreams.
This afternoon I sat on my bed trying to upload video when a 4.4 magnitude rumble shook me again.
I don’t frequently think much of the fact that I live on the second floor of a building in an earthquake zone until I’m being shaken, then I begin to wonder if I might be a little crazy.
The truth of the matter is that really it is no more dangerous here than at home. There is this misconception that Haiti is a place of great danger, but just yesterday I perused the American headlines on FOX news – tornadoes, flooding, bombs, protests, murders.
The most endangered I have felt here, other than a little earth shaking, has been caused by mangos.
Yes… mangos.
One participant got a skin burn from the tree sap and during our few days of rest we frequently ducked and dodged whenever we heard the rustling leaves alerting us that a mango was falling. I nicknamed those “mango grenades” and I did manage to get hit by one, thankfully after it bounced off a table, but it still hurt.
That isn’t to say there aren’t real dangers, but let’s be real… those are EVERYWHERE! We have to trust God and know that if something happens to us He allowed it to happen and if it is our time to go it isn’t going to matter if you are in an earthquake zone or crossing the Wal-mart parking lot.
Don’t let the news media fool you, while there is GREAT need here there is also GREAT HOPE. God is moving and working in unbelievable ways.
