When the earthquake struck
Trapping him beneath six stories
Of rubble
He saw the walls rippling
And heard
Explosive sounds surrounding
Him.
As things settled slowly
He tried to look around!
He couldn’t see anything, it was
Complete darkness.
He felt God giving him the tools
To survive.
The blood-stained notebook
Wooley used to scrawl messages.
Lost glasses, the iPhone first aid
App taught him to get a bandage
And a tourniquet for his leg.
Wooley was rescued after
More than 60 hours.
It was an accident, don’t be
Upset at God.
He reunited with his family
in Colorado Springs.
Wooley was thankful.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Haiti Found Poem (from a BBC article on survivors) by Ariel Bryant
24-year-old, working in
The grocery store in the Napoli
Inn Hotel when the building collapsed.
24-year-old, trapped for 11 days.
Found in good health.
It took a joint operation by French,
Greek and American rescue teams.
The 24-year-old’s cries for help
Were heard by his family.
The 24-year-old survived by diving
Under a desk when the building
Collapsed around him.
This brave 24-year-old lived on
Diet Coca-Cola and biscuits.
The grocery store in the Napoli
Inn Hotel when the building collapsed.
24-year-old, trapped for 11 days.
Found in good health.
It took a joint operation by French,
Greek and American rescue teams.
The 24-year-old’s cries for help
Were heard by his family.
The 24-year-old survived by diving
Under a desk when the building
Collapsed around him.
This brave 24-year-old lived on
Diet Coca-Cola and biscuits.
Haiti Found Poem (from a New York Times article on the survivors) by SaraBeth Erdman
Stories of survival.
Haiti’s devastating earthquake.
Buried in the rubble,
A natural disaster survived.
Many thousands of people killed.
Pulled, barely aliv,
Dehydrated and covered in dust,
Survived by drinking bathwater.
Calling weakly from the rubble,
Trapped in one of the aftershocks,
Pulled from the rubble,
Trapped in the debris.
Caked in dust,
A broken leg,
Rescued from the rubble
After being trapped for 12 days.
Haiti’s devastating earthquake.
Buried in the rubble,
A natural disaster survived.
Many thousands of people killed.
Pulled, barely aliv,
Dehydrated and covered in dust,
Survived by drinking bathwater.
Calling weakly from the rubble,
Trapped in one of the aftershocks,
Pulled from the rubble,
Trapped in the debris.
Caked in dust,
A broken leg,
Rescued from the rubble
After being trapped for 12 days.
Baby Girl (inspired by a New York Times article) by Tone Judge
Nurse at Port-au-Prince greeted a
Baby with loud applause.
Six days under the rubble of her home.
News agencies report that this
is incredible. No injuries. Dust
had covered her small body from
head to toe. The girl is thought
to be about 18 months, her name
unknown, her family killed in
the quake. 18 month old girl,
tough as a brick house.
Baby with loud applause.
Six days under the rubble of her home.
News agencies report that this
is incredible. No injuries. Dust
had covered her small body from
head to toe. The girl is thought
to be about 18 months, her name
unknown, her family killed in
the quake. 18 month old girl,
tough as a brick house.
Haiti Found Poem (from a New York Times article on survivors) by Eli Plven-Franke
Caught in the collapse of a hotel.
Bured beneath six stories of rubble.
A Haitian man
Saw the walls ripping,
Heard the explosive sounds.
God gave him the tools to survive.
The iPhone first-aid app taught
Him to stop the bleeding.
Not falling asleep.
Rescued after more than 60 hours,
Scrawling notes to his wife and kids.
Reunited with his family.
“Don’t be upset at God.
He will always take care of you.”
Bured beneath six stories of rubble.
A Haitian man
Saw the walls ripping,
Heard the explosive sounds.
God gave him the tools to survive.
The iPhone first-aid app taught
Him to stop the bleeding.
Not falling asleep.
Rescued after more than 60 hours,
Scrawling notes to his wife and kids.
Reunited with his family.
“Don’t be upset at God.
He will always take care of you.”
Found Poem (a text inspired by an article from the New York Times) by Silvio Caroli
On Tuesday 12, January, Wismond Exantus was at work in the ground-floor shop of the four storey Napoli Inn in Port-au-Prince. At 4:53pm, when the magnitude 7.0 earthquake hit, the 24-year-old cashier had the presence of mind to squirrel himself under a desk as the building tumbled down around him.
As he lay in the wreckage of the hotel, a drama unfolded of chaos, screaming and, eventually, helicopters and help. Wedged into a tiny, black cavity, Exantus knew nothing of what was happening outside. He held his mobile phone throughout, but it was not charged, a torment which can only be imagined. With his other hand he groped around for supplies that had been scattered around the shop: crisps, sweets, soft drinks, and beer.
When he wanted to sleep, he took a deep draught of whiskey. The cashier dreamed, among other things, that he was in the middle of the ocean and riding a horse.
By Friday, after Exantus had spent 10 days in his dark tomb, the government declared the end of search-and-rescue operations. By Saturday, scavengers were picking over the wrecked hotel when they heard a faint tapping sound, barely audible, but insistent. The Greek rescuers lacked the heavy equipment necessary to move the debris, so a group of French colleagues, who were at the airport preparing to fly out, were scrambled to the scene with their machines.
Michalska, 36, on her first mission with the team, wore layer of grime and a big smile. She embraced colleagues, some teary-eyed. Staff said Exantus was tired, dehydrated, and had abrasions on his arm, but was otherwise fine. Before slipping into a deep sleep, Exantus said he had been saved by divine deliverance. “Every night I thought about the revelation that I would survive. It was God who was tucking me away in his arms… it gave me strength.”
As he lay in the wreckage of the hotel, a drama unfolded of chaos, screaming and, eventually, helicopters and help. Wedged into a tiny, black cavity, Exantus knew nothing of what was happening outside. He held his mobile phone throughout, but it was not charged, a torment which can only be imagined. With his other hand he groped around for supplies that had been scattered around the shop: crisps, sweets, soft drinks, and beer.
When he wanted to sleep, he took a deep draught of whiskey. The cashier dreamed, among other things, that he was in the middle of the ocean and riding a horse.
By Friday, after Exantus had spent 10 days in his dark tomb, the government declared the end of search-and-rescue operations. By Saturday, scavengers were picking over the wrecked hotel when they heard a faint tapping sound, barely audible, but insistent. The Greek rescuers lacked the heavy equipment necessary to move the debris, so a group of French colleagues, who were at the airport preparing to fly out, were scrambled to the scene with their machines.
Michalska, 36, on her first mission with the team, wore layer of grime and a big smile. She embraced colleagues, some teary-eyed. Staff said Exantus was tired, dehydrated, and had abrasions on his arm, but was otherwise fine. Before slipping into a deep sleep, Exantus said he had been saved by divine deliverance. “Every night I thought about the revelation that I would survive. It was God who was tucking me away in his arms… it gave me strength.”
Haiti Poem (inspired by a New York Times article) by Dominick "Tino" Williams
He had just returned
To his hotel from a day
Of filming when the
Earthquake struck, trapping
Him beneath six stories of
Rubble.
The first aid and
Cpr app treat a compound
Fracture of his leg and a
Cut on his forehead.
When things settled a
Little bit, he tried to look
Around. He couldn’t see
Anything, it was complete
Darkness. He felt God gave
Him some tools to help him survive.
He just saw the walls rippling
And explosive sounds all
Around him.
To his hotel from a day
Of filming when the
Earthquake struck, trapping
Him beneath six stories of
Rubble.
The first aid and
Cpr app treat a compound
Fracture of his leg and a
Cut on his forehead.
When things settled a
Little bit, he tried to look
Around. He couldn’t see
Anything, it was complete
Darkness. He felt God gave
Him some tools to help him survive.
He just saw the walls rippling
And explosive sounds all
Around him.
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