Sometimes I wish I was a firefighter. The desire to help other people in need is such a strong part of my nature. Any time I hear a story where someone was helped or rescued in a Big Way, it gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside. People do care about other people. We're not in it alone.
OK, I'll never be a firefighter, but I'm trying to think of creative ways that I can help the hurricane relief effort. I know I'm on the victim side, but when I see so many acts of kindness being done every day it makes me wish I was a part of it.
There were the NOPD officers who patrolled for 3 days straight until the military finally got there.
There were the hundreds of people who opened their homes to people they've never met but who are now homeless.
There were the Salvation Army people who organized an outpost at a rest area all the way in Georgia. They were ready to give me more food than I could possibly eat, including hot dogs, which I've been fiending for ever since I left Rio. I asked the paramedic for an aspirin and she gave me a whole bottle.
There was the guy who gave my car a jump at 4 am because my battery died (car, I'm very disappointed in you).
There are the thousands of other people who I'm forgetting to mention here, but that's my point exactly. They're not doing it to be remembered, but because they care. Thanks.
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