Make Lemonade

There’s a saying, I’m not sure where from, that goes, “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade,” and today I read a story that made me realise how lucky I am. How I should stop whining and stressing when things in my life are tough, because there is someone who’s always got it harder.

 This story is about a mother. A mother who’s life was turned upside down by the earthquakes in Haiti. Her two month old daughter had been trapped in the rubble of the hospital where she was receiving treatment for burns, and Marie Seignon had been told that she died. I can’t even imagine how horrific that must have been for Marie.

 Today, in the news, Marie Seignon was reunited with her daughter six months later. A charity, called Facing the World, had whisked the child to London, to the Great Ormond Street Hospital (a charity I support) where she was treated for burns. 

You see, there had been another baby found in the ruins of that Haitian hospital, which is why Marie was told that her child was killed. She spent the last six months of her life unaware that her child was still alive. How unbelievably heart breaking is that? 

Facing the World then went on to track down Marie using documents found in the rubble and DNA tests. 

Marie had been sitting at home when her friend heard them asking about Marie on the radio. The friend had raced across to her house and told her, “Please sit down, This may sound like something out of the movies but sometimes movies do come true. I need to tell you that Landina is alive.” (source)

If you have dry eyes reading this then you are a tougher person than me, because I am sobbing just writing this (I look like I right wally on the train). I can’t imagine the horrific time Marie endured for the past six months as she attempted to come to terms with her child’s death. 

If Squidge were taken from me I honestly do not know how I would go on. This is one of those moments that makes me think, “There but for the grace of God go I.”

 And now, Marie has been reunited with her little girl and somehow this little moment of magic seems to lift just a little more of the tragic cloud that hangs over Haiti. 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to somehow fix the damage I have done to my make-up.

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