I lost my heart to this young lady. She lost her father and mother in the earthquake. She and her sister
were living in a tent with their Uncle and his family.
Over the course of a few days, we got to know one another. Her Uncle, saddened by the family loss, did his best
to make the girls feel safe and loved.
I was humbled by his love and caring and openness. He shared with me his hospitality and I did everything I could
to help, though this really amounted to very little.
I remember thinking that I would like to adopt these young ladies, to provide for them and give them the opportunities
available in the West. Thinking about it and in hindsight, I wish I had, but at the time, all I could think of is the
tightness of their extended family and the life they knew. The knew no other.
I tried to keep in touch with this family through the Red Cross and other relief organizations. Last I heard, they
moved further south and away from the Pakistan-India border.
I will never forget this young lady. Often, when I look into the view finder of a camera, I still see her smiling,
beaming face and feel her strength of spirit amidst the adversity and tragedy she survived.
Throughout my own difficulties, I have been reminded of her soulful, loving nature and it has brought me courage to face
my own trials.