My grandson got caught up in the Gaza War. He found a Palestinian man asking for money, and that man showed my grandson his dead little boy, and says he needs money for his little girl—who is darling—looks healthy, plump, and bright-eyed. He says she is sick, on the verge of malnutrition, and needs medicine.
And my young man (grandson) feels responsible. He was in tears, wanting to help, afraid that man would will lose his little girl, and thinking that if he doesn't do something that family will die. He posted something on line and got about 100 hits.
The far reaches of war.
Is that man real, or a hoax?
Is he bleeding the hearts of people whose hearts go out to people who are suffering?
Well, it worked.
That man has raised $40,000 so far, more than many US citizens make in a year.
And my child is traumatized!
And I can't get people to buy a 99-cent book.
And I stupidly want to be a writer.
And words heal so they say. Right, and a sad story sells.
My father went to war, and I thought wars were the worst thing that could happen.
And lo, these many years later, they are still warring!
I feel too terrible to write more…
But wait... my husband comes into my office to tell me he's been reading about how scientists are unraveling catastrophic events that have occurred on the Earth in times past.
Catastrophic events! Augggh!
And I believe as Kermit the Frog sang, "Sing of good things not bad, sing of happy not sad." (Written by Joe Raposo for the TV show Sesame Street.)
Watch this video, and you will feel better: It's The Carpenters singing "Sing, sing a song.)
And then there is Gary V “Fight for enjoyment.”
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