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For thirty years, I had been living my life,
searching for a purpose, searching for the
meaning of life. Unfortunately, I did not
find it until I lost everything I had.
On December 16,
2005, in Haiti, Patrick's father, Jean
Claude Valme, went to pick up his wife from
work. When they got to the front of their
house, a group of men surrounded them and
tried to kidnap them. Jean Claude Valme
tried to protect his wife from the
kidnappers. In the process, he got shot. He
fell to the floor and his head was floating
in his on blood. In the meantime, Mrs. Valme
was taken hostage. A few hours after, while
at work, in Boston, Patrick was informed of
what had happened to his parents. He became
filled with mixed emotions such as anger,
frustration, shock and confusion. He started
to feel a void and kept saying "They killed
my father and I feel dead?" "I need my mom?.
I need my mom? She is my first love, my best
friend, my girlfriend?.. I already lost my
dad, now; I need my mom?.." With that frame
of mind, he booked the first flight out to
Haiti.
Upon his arrival, he saw his father lying in
a morgue, swimming in a pool of blood with
the bullet still stuck in his neck. He
softly stroked his father's silky gray hair
and wept... |
