The weekend was of course slightly overshadowed by the tragedy occurring in Haiti. However, being perhaps the biggest (and sometimes slightly most unrealistic) optimist ever, I preferred paying attention to the stories of hope, joy, and reunion. Every time a family spoke about how they had found their child, just a few short weeks short of adoption, alive, it made me smile. When I heard that pilots carrying valuable supplies had no tower or guidance when coming in to land and instead simply communicated as a team via radio, guiding one another down, my eyes teared up. Every small act of kindness that I have seen, especially the rambunctious little boys on my street selling hot chocolate for their Haiti fund, has warmed my heart.
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