Sep 14, 2009 20:31
The setup: I guy I know through the civic club's 13 year old daughter was kayaking in Trinidad (where her mom is from) and got run over by a 28' speedboat. After 6 or 7 operation and a very expensive air ambulance home, they amputated her arm. They seem to be doing really well, really grateful to be alive and together (she was saved from drowning by a cousin who was also injured by the boat, and her mom was hit too but is mostly ok).
the thought: So naturally, I want to be helpful, but other than money don't really know what I might be able to offer, when the thought occurs to me that I wish I could pray for them. Being an athiest, it doesn't really trick me into thinking I am helping, though.
the hypotheses: Over the ages, millions of people who might have done something to really help others probably felt they had, without actually lifting a finger. It is just a small thing, but I wonder if the damage is enormous.
Thing 2: I was telling my kids a little about the battle of Stalingrad (since I just finished reading enemy at the gates), and after mentioning the enormity of the deaths (I rounded it to about 2 million), my 6 year old daughter says "Those were the days, my friend. Those were the days"
There are more things rolling around my head that I want to post, but having lost my marbles, I will stop here.