You’ve heard the news about the crippling cyclone in Myanmar. I wish I could go over there and help ameliorate the crisis. Handing out food, making deliveries, cleaning up, sending money.
Other people had the same feeling after the 2004 tsunami hit India, Indonesia and a host of other places. They wanted to help in some way after 9/11, too.
I think of the dismal state of parts of those tsunami-devastated countries before the disaster. I think of the deluge of blood donations that came right after 9/11 and then dwindled back.
The thing is – sending money, donating blood, taking an interest – it’s all desperately needed before a disaster strikes. It’s easy to be concerned to the point of tears when you hear horrific news. But what about years before or years later, when people are struggling to build their lives, and to the rest of the world it’s a faded memory of images on TV and momentary empathy?
The rest of the world and foul-weather friends like me.