Once in a while something or someone touches your life. This may not always be someone you know, or something you have a connection with. It may consume you in a way you didn’t think possible, but once it takes hold, you know that you have to everything you can to try and help.
On Tuesday, January 12th 2010, an earthquake registering at 7.0 on the Richter scale hit the island of Haiti in the Caribbean. The earthquake destroyed much of the already fragile and overburdened infrastructure in the most densely populated part of the country.
When I became aware of this, it affected me in a way I cannot describe or that made any sense. The impact of seeing the news with the daily reports and scenes of devastation really hit home the desperation of the situation. Since that day, I have been determined to help in any way I could.
Over the next few posts you will view my photos and footage, which will hopefully give you a picture of my time in Haiti.
It all began with my fundraiser
Thank you so much to my friends and family who gave such amazing support and donations.
It’s the day before I set off and I take a walk along the beach to slow down and mentally prepare for the journey ahead. I am surrounded by sun worshipers, surf riders, the rich and the poor labourers and try to imagine how different things are going to be. Looking out to the horizon and the new adventure ahead, I become almost angry at the way of life that is taken for granted here and by the relative ease that we go through life. 
I return home to pack my bag with its countless sections of clothes and medical supplies compartmentalised, almost like my thoughts in preparation.
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