I always think of America as the Top Gun. The ones to reach out and be the saviour to those in need. I listened and watched the telethon last night. As I read through material this morning from various friends, blogs, and articles, one writer noted and wondered, "are we jumping in to help in Haiti because of our American guilt for tearing up other parts of the world?" Do we see these people and realize that we personally did too little to help our own in the aftermath of Katrina?
I suppose there are many reasons to reach out when you see misery. I try so hard to reach out in any situation where I see loss or need. I have seen my home in rubble at my feet, and been comforted emotionally and monetarily by complete strangers; people who gave little or a lot because they saw need. I have been at the lowest points when I thought that our lives would not weather the resewing of the fabric as we knew it to be, and received a call or card that renewed hope. I give because someone else gave to me.
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