A Man Wrote a Letter to Haiti
It was not a letter of concern or love. It sounded more like condemnation. He happens to be known in some circles, well known, it seems. Needless to say, there are already several hundred comments posted to his blog. Would you be surprised to learn that few are supportive?
I Wrote a Comment, Too
In my usual fashion, when I write a comment that is much too long to be a comment, I’m bringing it back here, and posting it as a post, too. 😉 This is what I said.
Circumstances of birth are not anything that any of us chooses. When people are born into poverty in a nation of poor people on an island that is ravaged by hurricanes and earthquakes, what can they do to save themselves? If 10 million people should not live on a fault line in the path of hurricanes, where should they live? And, how can they make that happen?
If you had been born on that island, one of those people you condemn, you would be there with them now, hungry, thirsty, exhausted, afraid, and mourning the loss of your home, your friends, and your loved ones. You would be pleading for any people anywhere to put themselves in your shoes, feel compassion in their hearts, and help you get through this devastating time.
Closer to your reality, would it be right for doctors to deny you (as the person you are) medical care if you broke a bone, or burst an artery, or developed signs of cancer? What if a sink hole appeared and swallowed up your house, or a loved one was struck down by a drunk driver? Should there be no compassion for you? What makes any one of us more valuable than any another living, breathing human being? Are we not all a part of each other?
I believe that we are all connected to each other, whether or not we want to believe we are. We are connected across political, economic, national, racial, and religious lines. We are connected in ways we cannot even imagine.
Nothing is simple in this life, but a lot of things are more difficult for some people than for others. I hope there will be people who will help me if tragedy strikes some day. I hope there will be people for you, too. We all need help when times are bad, and not because of whether or not we ‘deserve’ it. Bad things happen to all people. We’re not better people just because we’ve not suffered the same tragedies.
I hope that you will have the opportunity to get to know some of the people you disdain. Knowing each other is a good way to make room in our hearts for each other. I believe we hurt ourselves by trying to keep our world (and, our love for others) small. It’s scary sometimes to take a chance and get to know someone who is outside our comfort zones, but it makes life so much better when we realize we are all a part of each other.