Musings from a headachy and weary writer
Mood:

Tired
I have watched, wept and prayed for all those left homeless by Katrina. I sobbed heartbrokenly at the devastation of the Big Easy. I have cursed Dubya for being an asinine, uncaring fool. I have gasped in pain at those willing to rape and kill the homeless masses just because they can.
I have cheered the helpers coming in from everywhere and I have felt my heart swell with pride as my beloved home state of Texas has opened her heart and doors to the refugees. I have opened my pocket book and donated all I could to help and I have encouraged others to do so as well.
I have been fussing over getting ready for an event, setting up a new pc and it hit me... what does it matter in the face of all the suffering going on, along so much of the the Gulf coast? My stress is nothing compared to the pain of a family missing members or a woman or child battered and raped by filthy animals. Or the sobs of a child left without a parent or a parent weeping over a dead baby.
I have a home, food, water, clothes and all those I love are safe and alive, I am so thankful for that and so ashamed that I forgot just how very lucky I am.
Eternal
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