Haiti:::Delma 75:::11 a.m. - 12 p.m.

I once sat in on a film writing workshop. I'm not a film writer.

I was an English major at Texas A&M.  All my classes were in one building.  I seemed to live among those freezing cold halls.  I saw the sign that announced the lecture on film writing.  I went inside the room with little interest in becoming a movie writer.  I went inside because I thought someone famous might be there.  Like Steven Spielberg.  Come to find out no one famous was in the room.  Actually no one was hardly in the room at all, which meant I had to stay after I entered.  With such a small crowd, exiting would be awkward.

After I told myself in my best mom voice, "This is what you get for trying to stalk famous people", I sat and learned that a great story has certain elements.  The story builds, builds, builds, and then it releases.  The man speaking talked about how the human soul can't take constant building...constant tension.  It needs release.  So most good stories build, build, build, release, build, build, build, release, build, build, build, build, build, I can't take this, build, oh my gosh, build, I'm going to throw up, build aw...release.

Haiti has proven to be an excellent story teller today.  

The press.  They had real cameras made of metal instead of cereal boxes.

Seeing kids in the street in the middle of the madness has been hard for my heart today.

build

 build

build

build

build

build

release

Thank you man with the water gun.  My heart and this story needed a release in this moment.

noon:  we still feel safe, but more and more of the faces look angry.