What's Important



The Haiti earthquake has shaken up the whole world. Which is a good thing.



It's time we remember that we are not the centre of the universe, that there are MANY people MUCH worse off than we are or ever will be, and that it's time we step up and do what's REALLY important in this world.



So, today, instead of complaining about how Mr. Handsome doesn't even trust me enough to be able to tie my own shoes correctly (yeah, I went there), or about how the dog's farts smell like a festering skunk in the Arizona summer sun, I'm just going to be glad that I have a safe country in which to live, a roof over my head, food, and every comfort known to man, and I'm going to send every bit of everything I have in me to the people of Haiti, because we're all in this together, and it's time we remember.


Comments

Ash said…
You're so absolutely correct Mary. I'm having flashbacks to the tsunami and Katrina. Heartache.

The destruction. The coming together.

They showed a shot last night on the news of a naked child hugging himself in the street with a look of shock on his sweet face. Will never forget him.
January 15, 2010 at 10:52 AM
Unknown said…
Those photos oh my those heart breaking photos
January 15, 2010 at 11:43 AM
ReformingGeek said…
Lots of sadness right now.

Thanks for sharing.
January 15, 2010 at 5:25 PM
RHYTHM AND RHYME said…
This disaster puts our everyday problems into perspective.
Excellent post.
Yvonne
January 16, 2010 at 5:52 AM
Me-Me King said…
Thank you for raising awareness for the people in Haiti. It's truly a sad situation.
January 16, 2010 at 10:01 AM
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