Just Because
I don’t normally try to push people into doing something they weren’t inclined to do, but today my heart hurts. It hurts and there is that sick feeling that I felt when Hurricane Katrina spent her wrath on New Orleans. Here I sit, comfortable in my home, on my couch, enjoying running water, air conditioning, a roof over my head, dinner on the stove, my loved ones and pets safe. It’s all good on this end. The crap that aggravated me today at work seems incredibly trivial. I have a house. I still have the pictures I hold dear, I still have clothes, I still have boxes full of mementos, I still have the pictures of me and my best friend when we were five and the plaster hand print I made that same year. The people on the television have none of that. Zip nada none, less than none […]
