When you realize you are not a superhero…
…you stopping thinking you can save all of Haiti,
…or even part of Haiti,
…or even a small section of Haiti,
…or even the child standing in front of you.
…and you begin attempting to fortify everything around you with Jesus,
I am not sure exactly when in my time here did I realize that though I was indeed an American, and though yes, I was indeed white, that, to every Haitian surprise, does not mean I am made of money and can do everything.
But I realize it now. I am no superhero.