On January 12, 2010, a catastrophic earthquake, magnitude 7.0, hit just west of Port-au-Prince, the capital city of Haiti.
That's me, with Dr. James Smith M.D., a surgeon out of Pueblo, Colorado (I call him "B'wana Jim).
How I ended up in Haiti is a long, and as usual "Really Stupid" story, but once there, I ran into B'uwana Jim,
and his medical team from Pueblo, Colorado. And as luck would have it, I got to spend the next few weeks bouncing
back and forth between the B'uwana Jim's Jungle Clinic, the American UN base camp, and under the nearest table,
every time an aftershock hit ... which was about every few hours during the entire time I was there.
Swear to God, dead people all over the place, and all I kept hearing was "Hey Russ ... Get a shot of this"
OK ... Just for the record; after the 2010 earthquake, I returned three more times, and Trump is right.
This place really is a shit-hole.
Yeah ... that's a shot of my hand (self timer) and that's Anderson Cooper standing at the entrance because he arrived late, and didn't get a chair (like me)
One of the coolest things about being ME ...
is being able to talk your way into riding with the guys who have the biggest guns.
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