Why Am I Here And They Are There?

I was starving when I came home after swimming tonight, and then I remembered reading about people in Haiti this morning, and decided to rephrase my condition. I was, actually, just hungry.

On the day the earthquake hit Haiti and the following days, I spent hours watching and reading every piece of news I could find (American news blows…Canadian news was great). At that time, three weeks ago, I had no prospects for a job, and after cannibalizing my retirement, was almost completely out of money, sans that endless source of support (no, not God, California Unemployment in the Obama administration…they fucking rock!). Still, I don’t live with my parents, but was wondering if that might be the next step. An extensive variety of tree tadalafil buy india grown foods flavors permit you to pick one you discover the most charming. You will get the chance to satisfy your partner well for many hours leading to total satisfaction. online order for viagra Immediately take the help of your doctor when and why you find out these guys now cialis prices need TRT. In most of the cases, this disease is caused by some underlying conditions. viagra 10mg Mostly, though, I felt destitute and abandoned. However, when I read about Haiti that feeling fell into relief against that panoramic state of awareness only gained by knowledge: perspective.

My life, previously dire, seemed without fault. Even going into debt (shudder), remaining single the rest of my life (double shudder), and driving my 2002 Honda Civic into the ground, and my 2005 Powerbook into the ether, became a privileged existence compared to losing my children, limbs, or watching my family go hungry. Sure, I live in a society that’s spiritually bankrupt and socially fractured to the point of isolation…but is the loneliness created by a culture driven by a perverse insatiable need for more and greater crap really a form of suffering, or the result of being incredibly spoiled?

Broke, lonely, I thought about Haiti for a week straight and then a week later, “the universe” or “God” or “fate” brought a job to me, and I experienced a burst of renewed faith in life.

But what about them?

Just for today, I am grateful for my life.