I’m Not Standing on a Soapbox, I’m Holding Up a Bucket
The genocide in Darfur. The Crandall Canyon mine disaster. Read the news for three minutes, and it’s hard not to become overwhelmed by the human suffering. Especially when you realize that so many millions of lives are so intimately and infinitely effected by the things that so many of us know only superficially—AIDS and malaria, hunger and water crises, genocide and war…this nightmarish list could go on and on. So many things are so heartbreakingly wrong for so many people.
With all of this happening, where do you devote your time and attention? Do you support efforts to aid the civilians in war-torn Iraq or efforts to support the war-wounded U.S. soldiers and their families? AIDS efforts in Africa or AIDS efforts in the States? Cancer research or cancer patients? Seriously, I could donate my entire net worth to a charity, and it wouldn’t even make a ripple in the overall scheme of things. (Granted, as a twenty-something recent college graduate, my donation wouldn’t be that much.)
But the principle here…what good is one tiny bucket in the face of a hurricane?