Thanks, Finally-Free. I do help others when I can, but now I'm focusing on helping myself and getting back on track.
I'm still trying to grasp the situation. When I bought lunch for the homeless man at the Harbor a few weeks ago, we sat outside eating, watching passers by. He told me how his life was pretty much f'ed after the war, and he was shell-shocked all to hell. He then said, "Watch this," and tried to start conversations with a few people who were going about their business.
Not ONE of these generous, giving Americans would even look at him. Not one. Some turned their heads, and others kept looking straight and they walked on. The man didn't look dangerous or overly 'homeless', as in wearing rags, but you could tell that he lives on the street.
It's too much effort for some to even look at such people, yet it's so easy give support and turn on the waterworks during a natural disaster?
I guess I really don't understand how compassion works.