I had the funniest thought today about the disaster on Tuesday. Back when I was in high school, a guy in the class ahead of me died right before finals week. Thew first day back to class, I had Chemistry first thing on the morning. Mr. Russel, who could be a stand-in for Ben Stein, started lecturing us on review material in spite of the fact that most of the class was in tears. I remember halfway through his lecture, he stopped and made a comment that just because we were upset, we still had an exam coming up. At the time, I thought he was a heatless bastard, even though I needed the review.
After what happened Tuesday, I got to put on his shoes and walk for a mile. This time it's the nation that is mourning, but I am unable to do anything to rememdy this situation. I'm doing what is within my power, like donating blood, but I can't be there for everyone's family, or the survivors. Even if I could, there's not much I can offer, because all I have left are platitudes and useless tears. All I can do now is go on with my life, go to work, and be there for those who need me. So now it's my turn to be the heartless bastard who goes on working because there is NOTHING I can do.