I’m in Port Au Prince, Haiti. This isn’t a photo that will be a part of the work I’m doing for The Crosby Fund, but it is an image that stands out in my mind. Many “tent cities” are a remainder of the 2010 earthquake, but there were people who lived like this before it hit.
It has been painful for me to confront this poverty. It’s painful to walk away from from the needy on the street when they know I can spare something. It’s painful to separate myself from them with the metal bars in the doorways of the hotel I’m staying in. It leaves me feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
I’m going to work hard not to ignore these feelings, to attempt to rationalize or justify them for an easy way out. They exist to tell me something.