Strange Days

I'm watching this show on discovery channel, its called The Flight that Fought Back, about flight 93. I told myself I wasn't going to watch it, because I know its been 4 years, but I think that there were so many many many lies told about wht happened and each year it gets fed and fed and the lies are believed more and more. At any rate, I still believe this plane was shot down to protect it from hitting DC. But no matter what, looking at these people, and knowing they died on this plane and knew for a while in advance that this was it...they were going to die at any moment...had to be hell....it had to be the worst hell anyone could imagine, to call your family and say goodbye, knowing this is it....whatever you did or didnt do, this was it...bless them all.

Then, as I have my new wi-fi, im using my laptop in the bedroom and blogrolling (going from one blog to another) and I came across this blog about a woman who went to africa as a missionary, and in pat XI she talks about how these women spoke about being raped and brutalized by soldiers, and then when they were freed, their own husbands wouldnt take them back because they had been with other men....so in a sense they were brutalized twice, and now many of them are left to live on the street as beggers.

and im just overwhelmed right now....i'm overwhelmed at the injustice in this world, how so many are living so large and have tons of money and wealth at their disposal, while others are living a life so poor it's unimaginable. I know that suffering is a part of life....we all have suffered at some point, but it still hurts, and makes me ask myself again and again, what can I do to help?
africa, and I tell myself there are people here in our own communities that need help too. It's so hard, and how do you find the time in your own life, with your own daily crap to do for others, even as you may not have all the money and time to give? ::sigh::
I know it could not have been an easy thing to just up and go to