I was on my walk this morning, looking
at the trees. Some of the tops are starting
to turn color, which means fall is getting
closer. I was thinking about how blessed
I am to be living in our area. I have lived
in hurricane alley (R.I. and Fla.), and I
have lived in the land of shakers called
California in my life time. The great
Northwest is the best. We have the best
of all worlds and the least of weather
tragedies. We have 4 seasons which I
love having. And the worse is, if we have
a bad winter. And even that can be a
thing of beauty.
My thoughts turn to the tragedy
plaguing the south. My heart goes
out for the real victims. The parents
and children whose lives are on hold,
as they wait for the powers that be to
help them find some sanity in all this.
Some stability in all of this.
My thoughts of how the rescuers who
are wading in the toilet of garage and
sewerage, of what once was beautiful
streets and towns.
How brave they are to stay and help
all of those who are scared and need
help. Canadians, as well as American’s
working side by side. Of all kinds of
different religion and political ideals.
But my patience have wore thin for
those who are in the blame game. Is
the world going to come to an end within
weeks, and these people need to find
someone or people to blame for this?
Do they need to hold these people up for
all of us to see? Is there a time limit on
blame? I would think not, as they have
just finished this spring or early summer
on who THEY THINK is the blame for
9-11 and this is 4 years later.
My theory is that the powers that be
and the Tuesday morning quarterback
coaches, should forget about who is the
blame, and get on with helping people.
If you can’t help by money or in person,
then keep your big mouth shut. Next year
you can come out of the wood work and
if you have the intelligence to know where
the money went that was suppose to fix
things, then speak up. If you know who
dropped the ball, then speak up. But for
now, help or get out of the way. These
people, who day after day are dealing
with their own 8x10 existence around
a cot, don’t need your negativity.
The media needs to get off of the band
wagon of showing the 20% of people who
are acting badly, and focus on the needs.
And what about the people who are
suffering, who live outside of the main
event? As the media has made it an event.
But there are people who live 20 to 30
miles away from New Orleans, who lost
their houses. Who are living on their lawns
or schools. Who are pulling food from
the wreckage of their homes to help.
Granted their town is not floating, but
they have lost everything too. Is any of
this help going to them? Because the
media has ignored them.
I am beginning to feel callous about the
whole thing. I am saturated in the whole
thing. Television, paper, radio, every
where you go, talking about it. And most
of them trying to second guess what they
would have done, or what they think
should be done with the people in charge.
The people who thought Bush was at fault,
hopefully when they see that the powers
that be in Louisiana itself dropped part
of the ball, maybe, just maybe, they
might wait before they start up again.
But I doubt it.
So at the chance of being called uncaring,
I am going to give it to God and take
each day at a time, like I was before.
And thank God that I live in the Northwest.
Between the Showers . . . .
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