Saturday, August 27, 2016

If only I could help


         

                          Counting my blessings at the beach

          These past few weeks have been tough. Opposite emotions have emerged in my being. I have been sad, angry, and frightened. I have been amazed, grateful, and glad. How come? If you have been following the news, you will probably have heard of all kinds of natural and man-made disasters, from the latest earthquakes in Italy, wildfires in California to floods in Louisiana, tornadoes, and wars. If I was to make a list, I would probably not finish it in my lifetime. Each disaster, no matter where, no matter how big, has an impact. This strike of tragedy can affect a single person, a small family, a village, a metropolitan area, a country, a small group of people, or millions. No matter what size, each calamity evokes a story of sadness to be told to future generations. Each catastrophe leaves death, a trail of destruction, and shattered dreams behind. Each time I hear such news, I am devastated too.

          Then I become grateful. As I take a walk at the beach collecting shells on a vacation, commute to work to earn a living, and return back to a safe home and warm bed to sleep in, I give thanks for my protection and all my blessings in my life. Next, I remember the child that got rescued after hours of uncertainty and fear for her life, I keep thinking of all the people who aren’t so lucky. I cannot imagine what life is like in an emergency shelter, a refugee station, a tent city. I cannot watch the news any longer. I cannot bear seeing the anguish in the faces of all the victims having lost everything in a matter of seconds. I don’t even try to understand why these catastrophes happen. All I know is that I feel for the people and animals. I might not know them personally, but that does not matter.

          Each time I hear such news I feel for everyone because I am an empath. I can feel pain across the miles even if I am safe myself. Back in my comfortable bed, I feel helpless. If only I could help. If only I could help, I would pay for new homes, new things, and a new start. The shop owner could rebuild his business; the children would have a school again; the family would have a home to come home to; the churchgoers could rebuild their place of worship; the local hospital could perform miracles of recovery again. If only I could help where help is needed.

          It is my dream to have a foundation one day so it can help many people. While my resources to do such might be too limited at this point in time, I use my inner strength as an empath in the meantime. I pray for recovery, new homes, and reunions of missing people. I pray so that one day I can pay for new homes, new things, and a new start. No questions asked. Nothing wanted in return. Just help where help is needed. For now, I pray for you, beautiful people and gorgeous places. Stay safe.

Love, 

Barbara

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