It is 1:46 on Monday morning. I am struggling to write an important section for my Vanderbilt Capstone Project. Oh yea, the rough draft is due today, Monday. If you truly know me, you know about my habits (life) of procrastination. But, interestingly enough, sitting here at 1:46 (now 1:47) in the morning has its advantages. In fact, just now, I learned a very important Bible verse that is going to help shape my daily interactions with people in Haiti. The question I have been asking myself for the past 2 years is, “What should my response be when children, the elderly, mothers with babies, the handicapped, come knocking on my car window as I drive down the streets, begging for food, for money, for hope?” What should my response be? What is my response SUPPOSED to be, especially as a Christian? If you come and visit Haiti, the child beggar, the mother beggar, the handicapped beggar, is a never-ending procession. It is sad. It is distressing. It is abject poverty.