They tell me I should write because when I talk I have a way with words! I don't know if that's because they are sick of listening to me so they'd rather I write, or if they truly believe I have a gift. Either way, I'll have a go. Put keystroke to computer screen and see what tumbles out onto the www. I don't anticipate that my writings will be earth shattering or heart rending or any other such drama but maybe I can say something meaningful now and then. Most I'm sure will be babblings of a trapped soul looking for an outlet.
The word of the day is pain! I am nearly overcome with the pain of those in Louisianna and Mississippi. The loss of human life, each one a mother, daughter, father, son, brother, sister or friend. Someone, somewhere feels each loss. The rest of us feel them on the whole and it does hurt. To add to the loss, the lack of communication that is isolating so many. They saw us come rushing to the aid of tsunami victims half way around the world and believe we are ignoring their needs. If only they could see the many hands across the nation who are reaching out, trying, however feebly to help in some small way. In just an hour and a half this morning $12,000 was raised by one TV stations telethon to aid them. But they don't know. Phone lines are down, radio signals interuppted, batteries gone dead and mostly darkness through the night as they wait for help.
Additionally they are insulted by the base animal behavior of looters. Those who feed on the tragedy of others. Not stealing just food and supplies as a means to support life during hardship, no one would deny them that, but taking televisions, clothes, stereos, electronics, personal possessions of the dead or displaced. How far has society sunk when tragedy breeds this kind of opportunity for it's most vile forms of life.
Then there is the personal pain. Their's and mine. Neither is diminished by the other, only shown in stark contrast to the definition. Mine born quietly, not known to others in the comfort of dry clothes, air conditioning and lunch at home with the kids. Theirs so physical and on display for the world to see. All personal pains buried in a heap of wet clothes, exhausting heat, long waits and empty bellies. Both worthy but so different.
That's it for today. If I pour over it any longer I'll scrap it all and write nothing. Make the most of today and say a prayer for those in pain.
