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One Part of Haiti Not in the News and in Need

In my last post, I mentioned my good friend Orietta. For many years, she has worked to help children on the Haitian island of La Gonave. Orietta's daughter, Chantal, is on her way to Haiti to help with relief efforts. Godspeed and God bless.

Here is Orietta's note:

Dear friends and supporters,
You have seen the devastation in Haiti .
As international delegate for the Association Amis des Enfants, I am all too aware of the added problem in sending aid to the island of La Gonave, given the extreme conditions in Haiti itself. We expect that the island will receive aid only after the mainland has been secured. You probably have noticed that no mention of this island has been made by the media as yet.

But the effects of the earthquake on this island also promise to be devastating. Food prices will inevitably increase and nourishment will be scarce, as will medications. I don’t envisage doctors being able to leave mainland Haiti and travel to the island for a very long time.

Consequently - and grateful for all the international aid that has been offered so promptly to Haiti - I beg all of you to donate any amount, no matter how small, to Association Amis des Enfants in La Gonave. Each donation will make a difference! This will help us keep helping the children in La Gonave and will be distributed to the population as a whole as a first support towards recovery.

I have no news about the Association or anyone on the island as yet, but I have contacted our local bank manager and the central bank in USA , to ensure that wire transfers are still up and running.

To help La Gonave, please access our site and/or our Facebook page.

Many small donations can make a big difference, so please share this information with your friends and colleagues. When you visit the site, you can learn more about La Gonave and our work there.

Thank you / Merci / Grazie,

Orietta L’Abbate
International Delegate for A.A.E.


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