Talk about perspective...
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,167683,00.html
Today, I feel uncomfortable being comfortable. I have clean, dry clothes. I have a house that is still standing and is not full of contaminated flood waters. I still have my wedding pictures and childhood memories and my entire family is safe and I know where each person is and how they're doing. I have food and clean water and I have a car that I complain about because I think gas is too expensive and because the keyless entry broke. I'm not at risk for cholera or dehydration and I have access to all of the medical treatment I'll ever need. I didn't have to leave my house and my things and wade through waters filled with dead bodies. I didn't have to walk by houses marked with a red "X," a reminder for the National Guard to come back to them for body removal. I didn't see looters in those houses anyway, stealing whatever was left of the family that once lived there. I didn't see any of that. I didn't have to take my four day old baby through miles and miles of flooded streets to reach a highway overpass that offered me little more than a dry place to sit. I didn't spend the night in a crowded arena with thousands of strangers who were all dirty and depressed and trying hard to just survive. And I most certainly didn't just endure a tragedy that, as one gentleman heartwrenchinlgy stated, would rate higher than the death of a loved one. I didn't go through any of that. Instead, I just watched. Helpless. Confused. And for me, that's not enough. If it's not enough for you, either, please visit this link to learn how you can help.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,167683,00.html
Today, I feel uncomfortable being comfortable. I have clean, dry clothes. I have a house that is still standing and is not full of contaminated flood waters. I still have my wedding pictures and childhood memories and my entire family is safe and I know where each person is and how they're doing. I have food and clean water and I have a car that I complain about because I think gas is too expensive and because the keyless entry broke. I'm not at risk for cholera or dehydration and I have access to all of the medical treatment I'll ever need. I didn't have to leave my house and my things and wade through waters filled with dead bodies. I didn't have to walk by houses marked with a red "X," a reminder for the National Guard to come back to them for body removal. I didn't see looters in those houses anyway, stealing whatever was left of the family that once lived there. I didn't see any of that. I didn't have to take my four day old baby through miles and miles of flooded streets to reach a highway overpass that offered me little more than a dry place to sit. I didn't spend the night in a crowded arena with thousands of strangers who were all dirty and depressed and trying hard to just survive. And I most certainly didn't just endure a tragedy that, as one gentleman heartwrenchinlgy stated, would rate higher than the death of a loved one. I didn't go through any of that. Instead, I just watched. Helpless. Confused. And for me, that's not enough. If it's not enough for you, either, please visit this link to learn how you can help.
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,167683,00.html
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