I don't know if I'm getting more sensitive or if I'm just hormonal, but I found myself crying watching the devastation in Haiti. I was sitting comfortably on my cushy bed eating some southern fried fish and I got choked up and couldn't eat it. How could I finish my meal while watching people in despair without a home or even drinking water.
I fought back the tears as my heart wept for a nation of people that I didn't know. There was no one here to comfort me, but I really didn't need comforting. My needs are so small compared to theirs. They're helpless and I'm helpless to help. Or am I? What can I do to help?
Offer money...even $10 would help. It wouldn't break my budget. Or, maybe post on FB that I'll be collecting medicine? Hmm...all good ideas. But, time is of the essence and they don't have time for me to decide on a means or a method of support. The least I can do immediately is to donate through my cell phone or log on to Jean Wyclef's website and donate there.
And, I can find a way to get Rush Limbaugh off the air or at least find the Wizard to help give him a heart. Because he definitely and desperately needs one?
I have cried and cried and cried some more. I wanted to stop watching, but then I decided that I needed to cry for them...for us. Those are our people and had the ship that carried our ancestors taken a different route, we could be the ones digging through the rubble to find our babies.
ReplyDeleteI can't stop hurting over this. To be honest, I wish that I was finacially secure or married and secure, so that I could adopt and raise a strong willed child to go back and rebuild their country and know their heritage.
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