Don't Fail Us Now.
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Thousands of them are in New Orleans and the Gulf Coast—they’re waiting for America to come to them.
So I sent my check, now what?
Do I go back to bitching about traffic here in the Bay Area?
As I sit and watch I feel powerless and helpless to help the helpless and powerless. I pray.
Something seems wrong, really wrong. I feel angry.
Imagine what it is like to be there.
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Hi Rick, up north across the border, I pray and weep as I watch. I given what feels like a drop into a ocean of devastation and destruction. The images seem to be the poorest of the poor, likely without health insurance, or any insurance for that matter.
Go, please, please ease the pain and suffering, heal and restore...breathe life...please let there be life!
it's as close to hell as i ever hope to see/experience...
Correction...should have been God, please, please ease the pain and suffering...breathe life...please let there be life. But, that being said it would be a miracle if we could "all" go and help.
Thank you, Rick, for expressing so simply exactly how I feel right now. I've given and I've wept and I've prayed, but like you, I feel powerless and sad and angry.
I am a little closer in proximity. We have a few in our town who fled and have nothing to return to. I feel the same helplessness. I did go volunteer at a shelter (sorting clothes, etc) I have sent money and am trying to encourage to fellow bloggers who were directly affected.
But you are so right about the feeling of helplessness. My goal is to do one thing each day, no matter how small. And daily I remember these people in my prayers.....maybe the most important thing we can do.
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