questions.

why do i feel so inadequate and helpless right now in the face of haiti’s disaster?

how is it possible that i live a life of luxury, while millions of haitians strive to survive one day at a time?

why do i get so extremely frustrated with middle-class americans when i try to explain the differences in cultures and they don’t give a rip? why do i feel the urge to punch them in the neck?!?

why do i feel like my words are insufficient?

how can i speak for those who would otherwise have no voice at all?

how will the rescue center operate without its water source? how will it function?

why did god allow so many hurricanes and so much flooding? what is his purpose for this?

and why can’t i breathe out my right nostril?


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