when i look at the photos of the aftermath, i could only imagine how we looked like then. . . and there are just no words that would dare describe the horror, the misery, the hoplessness.
being spared from this recent devastation, i feel inadequate and i question how i could be of help, i being small (figuratively speaking, i.e., bwahahaha!)and basic. it led me to thinking that wherever i am today, (i may not be in the next plane of volunteers to tacloban or guian) or you, for that matter, i have done at least one of these simple things:
gotten out of bed when i could have lingered under my warm sheets. . .
shared a smile, a seat. . .
spoken a kind word, given a pat on the back. . .
offered a little love to someone who needed it, whispered a prayer. . .
and i realize that if i keep doing what i am doing, and do not worry much about what is not done, these little things have big impact, too.
that i know for sure. and i am also, already, making a difference.
ps. as artists here in bicol, we pooled our works together and showed we care, too, however small this act may seem. fair weather is just that, fair. and life is good!