The earthquake in Haiti is one of the deadliest and most tragic natural disasters in human history. The images and first-hand accounts from the decimated country are heart-rending. The suffering must be beyond my conscious measure, because, try as I might, I cannot truly imagine the sights, sounds, fear, and pain wrought over the people of Haiti and those there in their service.
We have all been wracked the question: What can I do? What in this world of mine can I do or give to help in any even small way? My husband and I thought and prayed and pondered. And responded thoughtfully and compassionately. We're not special. That's what people do. No one has to beg us. It is within us. Ourselves.
So when I heard about yet another celeb-a-thon, this one to implore us to contribute for relief in Haiti, I reacted with incredulity, a mental eye roll, and a heavy sigh. More lectures from the famous. I was disgusted by the arrogance of George Clooney, and all his celeb pals, for believing that it would take face time with them to move us to act. I think we all -- yes, even the non-famous people -- have hearts and consciences and brains, and have thoughtfully considered if and what to contribute to Haiti at this time.
I was insulted for myself as well as for society as a whole. We don't need a multi-millionaire movie star, oh-by-the-way with a movie out, to coax us into caring about our fellow man. Do we really need a simplistic, "Give . . . all you can," to prompt us? I boycotted the celeb-a-thon. I had done what I thought best days ago. And I was sure my fellow man had as well.
But the celeb-a-thon grossed $58 million dollars.
And now I don't know what to think.