On January 12, 2010 at 4:53pm EST a 7.0 magnitude earthquake struck the nation of Haiti destroying over 300,000 homes and buildings and taking the lives of over 200,000 people. As a nurse who has responded to many disasters within the United States, my heart cried out to assist the survivors. 48 hours later my OH5 DMAT was placed on alert for deployment to Haiti. When our orders came, I was faced with the reality we were going to a country few of us knew anything about; I knew we were facing challenges way beyond the experiences of past deployments. In the early morning hours before we were to board our flight, doubt and fear set in and I questioned my decision to go. It was in those dark hours I received a message from a friend who shared with me these words: "Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!" Isaiah 6:8. My doubts and fears subsided. The daunting task ahead seemed lighter. Darkness and fear was replaced with calmness and serenity. I knew I was where I needed to be. I boarded the plane to Haiti where I spent two weeks caring for the people of Haiti. And here are the things I remember... Haiti- "the Event" Shambles, noise, dust... Despair... Hope... Haunting eyes of the children... Tragedy... Life and Death... An International Coalition of Care pouring their hearts and efforts into a country many had never paid attention to until "the Event"... Long hours with the greatest of friends old and new... MRE's... Tears... Smiles... Cultural differences... Life and death choices... Failure to thrive... Wondering if your efforts really make a difference... I returned home and four days later I was again called again to serve. This time I did not question my decision- remembering instead "Here I am. Send me!" Haiti- "my Return" Shambles, more noise, dust replaced by mud and sewage, little progress ... Despair... Hope... Still the haunting eyes of the children... A tent city on the other side of an iron fence and razor wire... Tragedy as result of gunshot wounds, stabbings, rapes... Again, Life and Death... The generosity of a new portable x-ray machine donated by J/P HRO... Longer hours with new friends... MRE's now picked over; will I ever be able to eat meatloaf again... More tears... More smiles... Awakened late at night by a tremor... Then again by casualties at the gate... And finally, a cold night sweat rapidly followed by nausea and then vomiting... Unable to keep anything down... Exhaustion, muscle ache, cramping, and of course diarrhea... Zofran, an IV, 7 pound weight loss... And an early ticket home... And would I do it again? Not soon, but yes I would go back....and only because of the wonderful loving and generous support of my wife and family who believe in me, the most amazing friends and neighbors who cared for my family, home and of course dog, co-workers covering my absence, a most remarkable boss who supports me, and because it's the least we can do for the people of Haiti....