I feel awful for the people there, I used to work at a big company that has several offices there and wonder what happened to people I used to talk to on the phone, like Clyde who had such a great sense of humor, and Charles, who was so proud of his grandkids. I lost a boy I grew up with in 911, he was a firefighter who went in when everyone else was coming out. I helped in the hurricane Andrew cleanup, and agonized over my mom and brother sticking out last year's hurricanes in Florida by camping in his walk-in closet (Mom's 85, bro is 67). I hate that we're at war for what is apparently the wrong reasons. The state of the world has me very worried right now. I don't know how much more I can take.
On a personal level, they keep bringing people to my part of the world. That's great, I'm glad we can help. But I have a job making very little money, and the price of gas is impacting business so that soon I will have to find another job to feed my kids, and compete with people who lost everything, and will get preference because of the tragedy (not saying they shouldn't- just saying it is adding to my worries). My skin kid has a mental illness and is very unstable right now, I get caught up in my own stuff and then feel guilty that I'm not doing more for all the suffering.....