Fallout

I can't imagine anything more frightening than what the people of Haiti went through last night, and what they're still suffering through. The loss of loved ones, homes and livelihoods is tremendous, and from a world away, all I can know of that loss is what I see in photos and hear in the stories of Haitians here, who are struggling with the inability to communicate with their family and friends back home.

The Daily Mail has this photo essay telling the story of the fallout:



I'm not sure what I can do to help these people. I can donate $10 through my cell phone bill, and hope that somehow it evolves into something tangible that will help someone survive the crush of cement block buildings that happened around them. These tragedies make me feel helpless. They make me wish that I had the courage to pick up my bags and go where the help is needed. I have the utmost respect for the people that do, and I envy them. Helping other people is sometimes about helping yourself, but it's not a bad way to be selfish in the grand scheme of things.

I get bummed out when I think about what goes to waste in the world.

What needs to happen to us (the collective us) to make us appreciate what we have? How bad do things have to get?

What a way to start the year.