letter home #3: jobs to be done

well hello to all. trying to keep in touch.

if you notice someone missing from the list please forward this to them, as i can only send 50 at once. damn hotmail.

i spent last night going around phuket town to different hospitals and various rescue centers and realized my time can be much better spent than sitting at school. so today i came into school and told them i was going to translate. at city hall there are many italians, french people and foreigners having a hard time communicating, and with my thai, i am able to get by.

phuket is beginning to smell like death. i dont know how much more i can take of this. rin and i went to a hospital last night and wandered around looking for canadians and seeing what we could do and we ran into the icu which had been turned into a morgue. as of yesterday the worst thing i had seen so far was the dead dog. not anymore. body after body after body of decaying sadness. i will never forget this experience...i wish it was over already.

i will see what i can do...cook food, look after children, see where i can begin to lend a hand. it is a sad sad time here. people wander the streets with sad sad heavy hearts. i will be happy when this is over.

hopefully rescue funds from other countries will kick in soon. this wouldnt be such a big deal if this was a developed nation. but there simply aren't the resources to fix things here. houses are so poorly built and people here live in a style so much related to the elements, their homes were gone in seconds. now, we will pick up the pieces and move on.

today i will see what i can do. much love to all...i shall be in touch soon
bisous

love heather

the woods are lovely dark and deep
but i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep...