I sat down after work to eat dinner; a plate of smothered chicken with mushrooms, rice and cabbage. Banana pudding for dessert.
I turned on the news.
I stopped eating.
There are no words.
It looks like a bomb went off in Port-au-Prince.
Doctors Without Borders, an organization I greatly admire, was hard hit. One physician reported there are no facilities or supplies left to deal with the massive injuries they are seeing. The doctors who weren't killed in the 7.0 earthquake are putting band aids on dying people.
Please give to the Red Cross or donate blood.
Except for the comfort of prayer, that is the most and the least I can do for them.
I have no reason to complain about anything today.