The feeling of impotence is profound. I feel a responsibility to stay informed, desperately wanting to know how the rescue efforts are progressing, but I feel like an armchair humanitarian, shaking my head and then, without missing a beat, going right back to my own (mostly) trivial worries.
I desperately wish there were something I could do with my own hands or brain. I envy the doctors and surgeons who are able to bring such tangible relief to people in need, although the trauma they themselves are experiencing is unimaginable. I don't know what could be scarier than wading through a sea of dead bodies.
Sending love and hope to Haiti... It is hard to understand why the Universe allows such tragedy to occur. What could the purpose of this type suffering be? All I see is injustice.
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