It's been all over the blog world. It has been on my mind, but I try to keep my blog lighthearted and comfortable, a lot like my life.
I wasn't born rich. I am not rich now. But I have far far more than the citizens of Haiti. And simply because of where I was born. There, but for the grace of God, go I.
When you listen to the evening news, substitute the name of your city or state for the name Haiti. You might get a tiny glimmer of empathy for what is happening over there. But then you can turn around and get a glass of water, give a family member a hug, nudge the thermostat because you might be a little cold. Sleep in your comfy bed at night. We have so much more than we need.
My stomach turned as I watched a news clip in which a gash in a small boy's leg was being stitched up, without anesthetic. He was being comforted by his mother. I remember holding my son and reassuring him when he had a few stitches in his chin. Does not even begin to compare.
Open your heart. Do what you can. Be thankful for what you have.
Never forget that others have so much less.