The earthquake in China and the cyclone in Myanmar maybe nature’s way to control the earth’s population. But what about our role as the people still here on earth?
Joseph was asking yesterday when we met “Why is it that disasters usually hit the poorest of places? Like New Orleans, Myanmar, in poorer districts of China?”
I wonder why too…
I’ve seen videos of cameramen running around trying to find the source of a buried voice in hopes of finding the missing person. I’ve seen pictures of a faithful man, strapping his wife’s body onto his back on a bicycle telling the photographer “I’m bringing her home.” I’ve seen pictures of 10 year old girls crying as they amputate her arm and her leg with a fire fighter’s axe, a kitchen knive and a pair of scissors, only to have her die 10 minutes later.
In short, I’ve seen enough to make me want to move. Make me want to help. Desperately.
At the center, when we called representatives in China and asked “What do you need over there? We can get it here for you. What can we help you with?”
“Body bags. Let is be realistic. We need thousands of them.”
They aren’t cheap. And every carton they transport into the center makes our blood run cold. Thousands of body bags giving us an extremely realistic visualization of the number of casualties in China.
I’ve used up most of my Visit Daniel Fund for it.
So visiting you will have to wait baby. But i will one day.
