well, sometimes I am a snivelling mess. As my dad always said, I am soft as mush lol. I cried last night going through some things just out of sheer awe of the generosity that has been shown and the support given to me on these runs. I cry when I am trying to help people salvage anything they can from their pile of rubble that used to be a home, and then again because I know I would not be as strong as they are in that situation. I have cried with people that have not been able to find thier pets, with women that have recounted their children literally being sucked out of their arms or sucked out of the car and how they found their lifeless bodies. I cried with a woman that left the funeral of her father, who was killed in the storm, and came straight from there to help clean up piles of rubble, and i cried when I found a live kitten in rubble that was about to be set on fire. There is absolutely nothing wrong with crying, and inevitably my ride home from each run is a time for decompression and tears. Tears of pride and accomplishment as well as tears of sorrow. But when a grown man looked at me to say thank you but busted out into sobs before he could get out "thank you for making sure my kids get Christmas", and a woman that lost 2 children as well as every physical possession she owned cried on my shoulder huggin me because she was able to come and get a coat and gloves and toys for her only surviving child it makes my own tears seem trivial. Relief work is more emotional than people that have not experienced it could ever imagine, but crying with someone and listening to what they have to say is just as important to me as trying to get them any material supplies. Crying helps people heal, even the volunteers. XOXO
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 21:23:14 +0000
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