Friday, January 15, 2010

Restless and concerned

Why can't I leave it all and go to Haiti to help real people?  Why do I feel compelled to strive for more, when the place I've gotten to is 100 times better than most people ever get in their whole lifetimes?

I can't even fathom what is happening there.  One third of an entire country needs medical attention?  It's like the number fifty thousand.  I hear it, but it doesn't really mean anything to me except that it's something very big.  Something very big and terrible has happened and I can't even feel the depth of it. 

Pray, pray, pray.

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