It's hard not to care.
I've seen the homeless camps in my city and I've worked with their kids and I was saddened by that. I really cannot wrap my head around the fact that an entire country, over 80% is below the poverty line. And now according to CNN anywhere from 30k to 100k people could be dead in Haiti. More than 100,000 feared dead in Haiti quake, officials say - CNN.com
I think what hits home for me most is, that in the past year I have seen and worked with the scared homeless kids of this city. I still see some of their scare faces not wanting to play with us(a bunch of friends on a in-city mission trip worked with them for a week), and then I think about the kids in Haiti. So many of them are being sponsored through Compassion or World Vision, so many people here in the US are trying to help them have a better life there. And then there are those like one person here in my city, who was on the last stage of adoption for a young boy out of Haiti.
And then this happens. And you're left standing there. Thinking. Saddened. Feeling helpless, and knowing that all you can do is stand there and watch. The control tower for the airplanes in Haiti is out. The Haiti National Palace is in ruins. Hospitals and churches are in ruins. An unknown amount of people are hurt or dead.
How do we, from so far away, try to help? How are we, many many many miles away, supposed to feel? How are we supposed to act?
This is something that has hit me like a rock. It might have something to do with the fact that I was up until 8:30am thinking.
But...to me. You can't stop trying to help, until it's impossible. And nothing is impossible, just intensely difficult. And when things get difficult, you have to start to think about what you can do from where you are.