Gentle Strength

Time like these bring out the best . . . and worst in all of us. I admit I was one of those folks filling up my gas tanks (yes, more than one) yesterday, a reaction to the panic that ensued the city. I also drove by the Red Cross and made a donation.

The feeling of helplessness is rampant. I sit in front of the television and watch the devastation. I feel guilty because I can't do much to help. I cannot volunteer nor can I donate large sums of money. I just don't have it to spare.

I see video of looters and evil run amuck and I see heros of all kinds. I see desperation and I see hope. I see diligence and kindness in the face of catastophy. It was so overwhelming that I had to turn off the television.

My part will be small I know, but I suppose my gentle strength is all I have - a kind word, a reassuring smile, a gentle hug that all will be well again and the courage to believe in a better tomorrow.

I have nothing else to offer.

Sophia