ABC News story 2
So approximately nine months ago, I watched an ABC News Story about the children in Camden, N.J. It was all about how these kids don't get enough to eat, play in a park full of needles, etc. So tonight was the follow up story. And it made me cry, out of joy and pain. Actually I think that's the first time I've ever cried out of happiness.
Anyway, the kids are doing better, have a house now, food, etc. all thanks to the contributions of viewers (including my measly $20).
Basically, I'm writing this because I want to help people so badly it hurts. I want to make a difference in the world. I want to make it a better place. I want to inspire change. I want to make change. I want to be change. I want to use my writing for the benefit of the world. And I know LJ isn't exactly a huge forum, but it's something. I want to know I made a contribution to this world besides the fact I used some natural resources. Watching stories like this just reminds me of how much I want to do. How I feel so blessed and guilty at the same time for living such a great life. I have so much while others have so little. It makes me think even more about how our economic system isn't working. How could it be when there are people starving in the street?
And I guess I'm also feeling frustrated because I want to make a difference so badly and I feel like I'm not. Not even close. Oy. It's so hard to remember that small things are service too. . .
Anyway, the kids are doing better, have a house now, food, etc. all thanks to the contributions of viewers (including my measly $20).
Basically, I'm writing this because I want to help people so badly it hurts. I want to make a difference in the world. I want to make it a better place. I want to inspire change. I want to make change. I want to be change. I want to use my writing for the benefit of the world. And I know LJ isn't exactly a huge forum, but it's something. I want to know I made a contribution to this world besides the fact I used some natural resources. Watching stories like this just reminds me of how much I want to do. How I feel so blessed and guilty at the same time for living such a great life. I have so much while others have so little. It makes me think even more about how our economic system isn't working. How could it be when there are people starving in the street?
And I guess I'm also feeling frustrated because I want to make a difference so badly and I feel like I'm not. Not even close. Oy. It's so hard to remember that small things are service too. . .