Now imagine that same commute in the narrow, crowded, crumbling streets of urban Haiti. Imagine those streets filled with gangs and gunfire, barricades set ablaze to block your path, and the all-too-real risk you are taking…
She remembered that little face struggling for breath. She remembered running with her to the gate, knowing the oxygen keeping her stable wouldn't last. And she remembered how vulnerable it felt to know that a child needed more than the clinic could provide. She kept returning to one question: What if this happens again?
