Sometimes, life is more important than, well, just about anything. Often, we need not-so-subtle reminders of this fact, like hurricane Katrina.
Last night at work, I felt a little guilty. I was out enjoying a pleasant but crisp evening at a baseball game, while many others are sick, dying, or dead. Many more fear that loved ones may be suffering some awful fate. Thousands are homeless, with literally the clothes on their back to their name. They not only have lost all their possessions, but also their jobs, their churches, their community.
In times like this, we must all lend a hand.
Please, dear readers, donate funds to help the releif effort.