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"Faces of the earthquakes"

I am watching a program on CNN which is now my connection to the world. There is a program on right now about the families in Pakistan who are facing not only the absolute horror of dealing with the thousands upon thousands dead, but also the cold winter ahead that could easily kill them if they do not get better housing then the thin tents they now live in. I feel so helpless. What can I do here? I want to do something, but I don´t know how. I don´t know what. and these darn photojournalists show the eyes of the people, so sad, so hopeless. Please tell me what I can do, because I dn´t want to live this life like this. I hate the fact that I can live in total denial of the suffering that others are in. I hate that. I hate that the situation seems so big and I feel so small. These families in Pakistan are facing more harship than I could ever imagine. Mothers who have lost their young children. Nothing could be worse. I need to do something, but I don´t understand how. I makes me want to move back to the States and get a job that makes alot of money so I could help... but that is not where I am. And I know I am supposed to be here in Chile. I have a feeling that I am going to need to go. I don´t know what that means, or when I would go, or even where I would go, but I am going to go. There is too much pain in this world and too much ability to love in my heart for me to not go. O am sorry mom. I know this is something you don´t want to read. But here is my heart.

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Anonymous said…
You have a wonderful heart. I don't want to discourage you from working to help the poor people in the world. Not at all. But before you go off to Pakistan, or Africa, or any of the other places in the world with terrible suffering, don't forget that there is so much suffering everywhere, and many opportunities to help everywhere. If you want to make a difference in the world, you can look a few yards to the right or left, and find some real needs very close by. You don't have to fly to Pakistan or Africa or anywhere else. You can do all that you want to do right there in Chile. And in the meantime, you can also enjoy the beauty and love in the world. (and stay safe!)

-mom
beckalippy said…
I know I know... thanks mom. Did I ever tell you how much I absolutly love you?

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