Today’s Nudge: Share a human moment you’ve had recently.
I feel like I am an empath. There are days, when things in the world are particularly heavy, I physically feel the weight of it all. My heart aches, my chest hurts. I have to step away from social media for the day because it all gets too much.
It is breaking my heart that the people of Puerto Rico and the other island territories that have been decimated by Irma and Maria are virtually being told FUCK YOU! These people are as much as an American as I am. We were all born here, we are all citizens. They deserve every ounce of aide and humanitarian efforts as we can. It makes me sick to think their lives are coming down to money and politics.
You may or may not know the PNW has been burning all summer long. Unless you live in the region, you probably don’t know that. I’ve heard from people on the other side of the US that it has never been mentioned on the news.
We have earthquakes in Mexico. Three in two weeks now? The death toll jumped to over 300. They are our neighbors. They were willing to come in and help Texas, and I believe they did not sure as not much was said about it after they offered to aide the state. And I’m sure they need help looking for survivors and other humanitarian aide, but that Wall ya know.
FUCK IT ALL! I hate to say it, but I’m glad my Grandma isn’t alive to see this. This is not the country she loved so much and fought so hard to come back to with her sons. This is not the country she told them stories about, we are not a great country at all.
I’m sorry, but I have no where else to vent my pain. So about a human moment. Okay then. I don’t get out too much. One car, I don’t drive anyway, gas is expensive, everything is at minimum 20ish minutes away on a good day. But a few days ago, we were in Wal-mart at the check out. This little old man came up behind us in line. He was in one of those motorized carts and had oxygen. He was maybe in his 70s or so. I glanced at him and got the impression that putting his goods on the counter was going to be a tiresome endeavor. I almost did nothing. But I swear my Grandma nudged me to help the man.
So I turned to him and asked if he would like me to help him place his good on the counter. I think he was shocked, if not surprised and didn’t answer right away. I just started putting his things up for him, all the while he just watched me silently. When I was done, he took a very deep breath and said a soft thank you. But his eyes said it all. All it takes is one act. One small act, to help someone, to be human.
The Forgotten Muse 