The worst day of my life

This is no exageration. Never in my life have I experienced or witnessed such pain and suffering as I did today, a day empty of hope and full of despair. I visited the General Hospital in Les Cayes today. This is the only public hospital in the city. I don't know how to begin, so I'll just write the first things that come to mind. Forgive me if my thoughts seem random.
There weren't enough beds for the patients. Mothers stood by the bedside of their dying children. Children fanned the flies off the faces of their dying parents. Most of the beds were nothing more than a sheetless and filthy 2inch thick mattress resting on a rusty metal frame. The smell of death filled every hallway and every room. The pharmacy was no bigger than a closet, full of rusted metal shelves only half full. The AIDS ward is an outside area of benches where the patients are left to sit away from everyone else, awaiting treatment they were promised but will never receive. The pediatrics ward was the worst. Children who are so starved and malnourished that their bodies have given up. Babies who were born only to die a few days later. I can go on and on but I'll save you from the details. I don't know how much longer we'll have electricity.
I find myself praying daily. The prayer is always the same. God, give me the strength to aid the weak, the poor, the sick. Guide me to the darkest corners where the suffering is unimagineable and help me to brighten them. That I never forget what it feels like to see a child die unjustly before my eyes. Give me the strength to fight and never lose faith. That I make the right choices and never lose sight of myself. Amen.
I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep. What I see, haunts me. It's impossible to forget. Once you've seen it, you've lived it, and that's unforgettable.