My name is Charlie. Recently, Dad and I volunteered our services to a clinic in the village of Milot. We only stayed for three days, but i saw an overwhelming potential within me to help their people. I developed a genuine love for the Haitian people and their culture as they did for me. Many people tell me "Noooo, they were lying, they just wanted your money." and I reply to them "Is that why they give me gifts? and share their deepest sorrows with me? and teach me Creole so I can speak to their people? I don't think so!" I have developed an ability to see right through people and when I saw the Haitians, I saw amazing people! when I look at people at my home, I see spoiled individuals who will corrupt me if I allow them to. While I was in Haiti, I LOVED EVERY MOMENT! even when I struggled, I felt an overwhelming motivation within me. In Haiti, I didn't feel the need to fill my life with impulsive decisions like I do in USA. I was HOME! I was LOVED! but ever since I returned, I feel twice as empty as I did before I visited Haiti. USA is DEAD to me now and makes me feel dead inside just being here. Every person in Milot knew my name when I left "Charlie, when do you leave?" "tomorrow" "tomorrow!?... this makes me SO sad! You must return... one day... one day." so I promised them I would return. Now that I am home, the life I've grown into is dead. I've recently found it is SO difficult to go to Haiti because everybody is afraid of something. Disease, hunger, violence, these things don't scare ME! I live outside of fear so that I can fulfill GOD's will! I would rather die young helping a Haitian in need, than die rich, old, and smug in a disillusioned world which I live in today.

So I pray to GOD! Dear Lord! Help me find my way home! Bring me to Haiti where my people wait for me! I DO NOT belong here where I rot in my grave. I BELONG in Haiti. Just for a while, please. I NEED IT, as THEY NEED ME. I'll clean up their streets, teach them to build and measure and play music and speak english. I'll teach them to teach themselves and be all they can be WITHOUT relying on the people around them who claim they help.

I've witnessed their TRUE problem. Americans tell me the problem was the earthquake. Haitians told me otherwise, and I LISTENED TO THEM. The earthquake HURT them. But something else rendered the people and their homes vulnerable BEFORE that.

LET ME HELP and I WILL HELP! and I will do so, single handed, more than ANYBODY EVER HAS.

with love, Charles Edward Vollrath, a man of the earth apart from the world.