Haiti my heartbeat

Day three, it feels like years.
I barely know how to function let alone what to write, but write I must.
I have been spending these days back and forth from FB where I have many haitian contacts, my phone, trying to get through to haiti or talking to people who are doing the same, and to the neighbours, joining the King family in watching CNN and CBC news (You will see them on the front page of our local newspaper today). and through it all Elie and I are working, beacause we know we will need all the money we can scrape together.
During my pacing and praying I can feel the fear of the people that I know, I can see the faces of the children, who I know are confused and scared. I can imagine that the nannies have gone to care and find out about their own families, leaving two or three people in charge of 115 children. My family has no food, very little water (only what they had on hand before getting hit). everyone forced to sleep outside because being inside is unsafe.
phones have been speratic, only once have we gotten direct contact with family, and that was very brief. This morning a friend in haiti got through saying that only voila phones are working at the moment.
So many are crying out for help,
I don't have money, all I have is my love and my two hands and feet.

The People of Haiti are my heartbeat, if this is their battle then I am their soldier.