Seeing the bodies of dead children lined up, row upon row, with mothers grieving over them, gets me more than seeing the bodies of adults. It probably shouldn't...but it does, nonetheless. It could be from seeing a dead child, no older than my own two year old son. I know that he got extra hugs that night, and I protested a little less about dragging my stiff joints down on the floor to play toys with him.
Insofar as feeling anything else...I suppose disbelief comes to mind. The death toll is over 100,000, now What the hell is that? Helplessness also comes to mind. Aside from donating cash to the Red Cross, there is not a damn thing that I can do about it.
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"I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires." - Susan B. Anthony
"Hedonism with rules isn't hedonism at all, it's the Republican party." - JumpinJesus
It is indisputable that true beauty lies within...but a nice rack sure doesn't hurt.
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