many of us
are the walking wounded
deep scars, putrid sores
unseen by naked eyes,
we hobble along,
hiding the wince beneath.
It hurts my soul
to see people in need
and I can’t help
not because I don’t want to help
but because I don’t have the means
and in such moments
I despise my lean pocket.
How can you be my brother’s keeper when you barely have enough bread to break? Yes, you can! If you’ve got a dollar, that’s a whole lot of coins!
Please know that reaching out to share with others is not only when your basket of fish is overflowing, you can have one fish and still share out of it. I run into people – both online and in real time – who are in dire need of support and it leaves my heart aching when I am not able to assist as much as I would like to assist.
I know a number of great folks who have left blogging due to difficulties in sustaining themselves. To exist becomes a hardship when you know or see that no one cares, not to talk about thriving. Please don’t be in a haste to discount those whom you see in these tight corners – life happens.
Help, Help, and Help. There’s a sister amongst us in the blogging community whose constraints are quite dire right now and needs our support – I prefer not to call names for privacy sake, but she reached out to me.
If you can assist her through me, no gift is too small, please do so. Here’s my PayPal link.
On my honour, you have my word that whatever is raised through this means will be given to our friend. Thank you for your generosity.
Let us not fold our hands in anticipation that others should do that which we can help to do. Together, we can. Jacqueline
P.S. Because of how important this issue is to me, I want to give this post priority and will not be sharing another post today.
I stood at this corner of Deira for mere minutes and in those minutes I lost count of the number of people and cars that shuffled past me.