Do you know what ostriches sometimes do when there’s something they don’t want to face? They stick their head in the sand and wait for it to pass.
Sometimes, I’m an ostrich.
Last week’s tornadoes are the kind of thing that I’m ashamed to say I sometimes avoid thinking about. My heart gets overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of that sort of devastation and if I think about it too long, I become immobile with my inability to fix the whole thing.
Have you ever done that?
Yeah. I feel like about as big an ass for admitting that as you think I feel like right now.
I sat here on Tuesday night, IdolSnarking away on my computer. And when I went to bed that night and Joshua woke up, I was cranky for having my sleep interrupted.
Again. I’m an asstrich.
Here’s the thing that makes me most ashamed of myself.
Those tornadoes hit less than 20 miles away from where I grew up.
During the worst parts of the storm, my parents’ fear was so great that they left their house, feeling safer parked under a bridge to wait it out than in their own home. And the tornadoes didn’t even touch down where they live. So if it was that scary for them, imagine how scary it would’ve been for the people who lived it.
I am reading people’s Facebook statuses and they are updating about unnamed babies in NICUs and PICUs in an attempt to reunite parents with their children because they were separated, temporarily or God forbid permanently, during these storms.
People have lost everything they had in this world.
I’ve not considered that part of the state my home since my parents left me standing in the Sears parking lot 10 years ago this August.
But it is home. And home needs me.
My home needs you.
Ringgold–April 2011 – Online Slideshow Maker
My friend Misty emailed me yesterday and asked for my help. While I don’t live there anymore, she does. And she’s seeing firsthand the devastation these people are living.
She and her family have been working the relief efforts, but the relief efforts are in need of help.
The United Way of Northwest Georgia has been working tirelessly since Wednesday night to assist those in need. Having lived there and volunteered with this organization in high school, I can tell you that the people who work and volunteer in that office have hearts for serving others.
I estimate I have about 500 readers on this blog via RSS and Google Friend Connect. If every single reader I have gives just $1, that’s $500 we will have raised for this relief effort. If everyone gives $2? That’s $1000. If each of us skips a latte or macchiato or frappe’ or whatever and gives $5? We will have raised $2500.
Obviously, I can’t make you give. But I can ask.
You don’t have to tell me how much you give. That’s not what this is about. You don’t even have to tell me that you DID give if you don’t want to.
But I’d like for people, when they stumble across this post, to see that there are others in this world who aren’t ostriches in times of need.
So if you give, please let me know so that I can whisper a little prayer of thanks for you today.
In fact, I’m saying thanks for you already.