Edison

My first night home from Haiti I dreamt about being in an earthquake.
Go figure!
I couldn't find Maddie and I woke up crying.
I went back to sleep, only to wake up in a cold sweat because the dream started again.
Only this time, Rosemine, one of our friends that works at the palace died and I still couldn't find Maddie.
For many in Haiti, it wasn't a dream, there really was an earthquake and many mothers would never find their family.


Edison was a little boy who just happened to steal Lisa's heart.
He's wasn't the first, nor will he be the last, this I am sure of.
After talking to him she found out he didn't know what happened to his parents.
He had two brothers, he went to school, but wasn't sure about his parents.
The Comfort ship had treated him because they couldn't help him at General hospital.
When it was time to leave, he was taken off the ship and transported to the Heartline hospital.
I still am not sure how it worked out this way.
Lisa was now on a mission, she was going to come up with a way to find his family.
She loaded him up in the car with her as she ran a few errands to see if he could point her in the right direction.
Nope, he was too little.
Finally, someone said, "what about the television station".
So off we went to find the television station, well, what was left of the television station.
This kid was so stinkin' cute and kept looking at Lisa while we drove up and down Delma.
I finally busted out laughing, I had seen that look before.
We made a few stops asking people if they knew Edison, asked for directions, finally found the station right in the middle of a tent city on the grounds of a large Catholic school.
We drove in, parked and walked up like we knew what we were doing.
I had my huge green bag and camera so I guess I could have passed for a reporter.
They never asked and we didn't offer.
This was one of the only times it payed to be white in this country.
We explained the story, asked if they could help and the next thing we knew he was on live television.
Just like that!
We thanked them again and again!
God, please let this work, was all I could think.


Sure enough the very next morning we got a phone call that Edison's dad was at the hospital.
Don't let them leave, we will be right there!
It worked!
The father explained he had no idea what had happened to Edison, it was a huge mix-up.
This was one happy little guy and Papa!
We all stood around taking pictures, crying.
It was so good to see families being brought back together.
Who says, "you can't find a needle in a hay stack?"
Nine million people, one boy and one dad together again.
Some dreams do come true!