Haiti.

I just put Robby to bed and I think he is relieved. I've been smothering him with kisses and hugs all day. The images coming from the Haitian earthquake are heart-wrenching. With every news story I find myself reaching for another kiss or hug from my precious little boy. I am reminded how lucky I am.

I am not a doctor, nurse or engineer. I do not have the means nor the knowledge to provide assistance directly. I must rely upon others, who are trained and knowledgeable, to provide the aid so desperately needed.

I am particularly moved by the stories of individuals who are thankful to be alive but have sustained an amputation. I cannot fathom the pain that these people are experiencing, but I can relate to the grief felt when a limb is lost. When I lost my leg I knew that I would rely upon a circle of professionals who would provide me with the tools and the knowledge I would need to walk. I cannot imagine the desperation felt by the amputee without that luxury.

Like millions of others, I have made a donation to the Red Cross. I wanted to do something more, something personal. I did some research and found this organization. I thought that others, particularly amputees, might be interested in their work.

Healing Hands for Haiti is a non-profit organization with a mission of providing prosthetics for the Haitian people. Unfortunately I fear that the need for their services are going to skyrocket in the coming months and years. For me, this is a small way one very grateful amputee can reach and provide assistance to another amputee who is not nearly as lucky.