I am so incredibly saddened by the devastating earthquake in Haiti. I think I have the best intentions to try to help, for what it's worth... which, really it's only worth about $25 or $50. But at least it's something, I guess. I try to think about what it's like down there as much as possible. Not that thinking helps anything. And then that's where I get frustrated. So, I'm thinking about how terrible the situation is. I'm empathizing with people I don't know and never will know, but care about because we are fellow humans and it could very easily be me in their situation. I love them and I have their best interests at heart. I wish them well. I think them well. I pray them well, in whatever way I "pray." I wish I could do more and it makes me feel selfish that I can't, don't, won't. What can I do besides give money and think them well? Nothing. Or at least it feels like it.
A gentleman with an accent came up to the advising desk yesterday morning at Heartland. I quietly and cordially asked him if I could ask where he was from and he said England. And then I asked if I could ask where at in England and he said Liverpool. And I told him that I was there over the summer, in Cambridge, doing an internship. He had no interest in my story and I was bummed. I really wanted to talk England with him and ask him why he was here, of all places, but he just wasn't having it. :(
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