Droplets of empathy

The rain came today from what's left of Katrina. I drove thorugh some of it on my way to work. It was heavy, but sporadic.

It reminded me more of the tears of those affected as I listened to their stories on the radio. One woman was in her home as it was gutted around her. Her husband's journals were swept away... one entry from every day of his middle-aged life. How do you measure the loss of one's own heart and soul?

The rain today serves as a reminder that we are not so far apart. The same rain that touch me, touched those in Louisiana and Mississippi. That rain could have been recycled from any other flood or disaster before finding it's way into Katrina's clouds.

We are truly one in so many ways, from the things we're made of, to the experiences we share. I hope you too will join me in finding the best way to demonstrate to others: when they hurt, we hurt as well. When all of our droplets of donations collect, we can make an enormous pool of relief.