I Have Disaster Fatigue
I consider myself a sympathetic person. I noticed the other day however, on the anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, that I kept switching channels on my radio dial away from one FEMA trailer story after another. I didn’t want to hear. I’m a veteran, yet stories of more casual
ties in Iraq seem to go unheard.
Darfur, Somalia, AIDS, Zimbabwe, tsunami, Crandall Canyon mine, Greensburg, Iraq, Minneapolis bridge, September eleventh, Gaza.
Have I become uncaring? I don’t think I have. I don’t think I would be writing this blog entry, spending my time thinking about it, if that was the case. I don’t have any ridicule for any of these victims. I believe we as a people, as a nation, should do whatever we can to help.
I’m just tired. Tired of the lack of success. I want to see peace. I want to see children being fed. I want to see construction. I want to see medicine distributed. I want to see miners rescued. I want to see cities recover.
I’m so tired of bad news.
I can only be peaceful, feed a child, help build a habitat, donate blood, maybe help a stranded motorist, and plant a tree.
But I can’t make bad news any better. Can I?