That, and of course, Brittani.
(cheesy grin)
I watch the news every night now, this night being an exception due to my blogging activities. I can't get these images of devastation out of my mind, and it burdens me. I wish I could go and help. Two nights ago, I saw a man on TV walking around aimlessly, and when the TV crew interviewed him, he explained with tears in his eyes that he had lost his wife when their house split in half because of the flood. He was holding onto his wife's hand, and she told him he couldn't hold on, and to take care of their five children.
Then she fell.
It's stories like these that break my heart. I remember I used to be so unfeeling but now I guess I'm too soft.
I'm a freaking Libra, ok?
A post from ZERO that I can say amen to:
The power went out today.
All thanks and kudos to our local friendly hurricane.
I thought I had left this all behind when I left Africa.
In retrospect tho, you realize that it's all the same, first world or third. Natural disasters don't discriminate.
A hurricane or earthquake can hit you on the blindside and before you know it you're out of power, your cell-phone coverage is nada, and the nearest open gas station is 262 miles away, which successfully leaves you just as stranded and vulnerable as if a hurricane had hit you in a third world country.
Dead is dead.
Where you are has no provenance.
I pray for the souls of the dead, and for courage and comfort for those who remain.
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