One thing I learned in Haiti is that things are the same everywhere. Moms everywhere will sit for 8 hours, three days in a row, in hopes of getting life-changing surgery for their child. People want to be loved, respected, and cared for. A child left too long with nurses fretting over him gives a long sigh. And finally, moms will talk you into submission until you give them antibiotics, whether or not their child really needs it, in every country in the world! Despite the trauma and pain that Haiti is going through, little moments like these warmed my heart by reminding me that no matter how different a culture may seem, we’re all the same.