Helplessness is an awful feeling. I’ve never been so close, physically as well as emotionally, to tragedy of such massive proportions, and yet I feel so useless in the situation. So guilty for how much I enjoyed my weekend while elsewhere in the country, entire towns of people had their lives taken from them in a manner of seconds. So incapable of comforting those who need to be comforted right now. So ashamed for how warm and safe and comfortable I am sitting here writing this.

I’m going to do what I can to help. I have to.

A couple of blogs with good suggestions on how to go about doing so:


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