I suppose I have more faith in human nature than I think I do because whenever I hear about things like people shooting at copters trying to evacuate hospital patients, I can’t quite process the information.
I feel for those people. I wish I could help them. I feel utterly useless because I can’t. The childish part of me wants to be a D&D character or something like that, and fly to the rescue. Save people, stop the fighting, control the waters, feed the hungry, and heal the sick.
I know the police, military, and Red Cross are doing their best. I’m angry at the shitheads who started the shooting.
I suppose all I can do, right now, is—well, not exactly pray. Send energy, sorta. I don’t know what to call it. But I’m thinking of them.