sliding mud and breaking hearts

November 27, 2008

It’s late afternoon and I’m sitting in my apartment alone.  The morning sun has given way to an afternoon rain and like the Manizales soil, my heart is heavy.

Two weeks ago we received more rain in one night than we usually get in the entire month of November.  By the time dawn broke the land was saturated and sliding.  It took out houses and bridges and people making no notice of class lines.

The city scrambled to right herself, but the damage was done and the rain had not stopped.

It still hasn’t stopped.

In the passing days, we’ve been to school only twice.  Eighty five percent of the city is without water.  Countless people are sleeping wherever they can find rest.  Roads are in ruin.  Stores are closing.  Families are scrambling.  The sky is falling.

And like the Manizales soil, my heart is heavy.

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