I didn’t think it would be as bad as it is… not even close to how bad it is. The day that the hurricane hit, there wasn’t a whole lot on the news about it– at least not here. But then the next night M and I looked at hundreds of pictures online of the complete devastation. I was shocked. I’m still shocked.
I can’t even imagine what the people from there are going through right now. Dead bodies – sewage – no water – no food – no power – no gasoline – nothing to their names, and nowhere to live.
You hear of catastrophes happening in other countries, and it’s obvious that it would be difficult or impossible to help (other than donating money), but I keep thinking about how close all of these people are to me. I supposed it would be about a 12 hour drive from here. They’re so close!… and still… what can I do?
I asked M if he would drive down there this weekend and bring someone back with him. (Wouldn’t you be grateful?) He convinced me (kind-of) that we just could not do that right now. I’m sure he’s right. It cost $52 to fill up our gas tank today, etc.
Well, my idea sounded good… not so simple though as I first hoped.