The last few days have been so incredibly busy. I barely had time to breathe, yet I still felt a heaviness on my heart yesterday. I sent up a little prayer for the fallen heroes and their families every chance I got. At the same time praying for all the family and family of friends in the middle of Irma.
In a sense, I feel a little bit of “survivor’s guilt”. Having come out of Harvey completely untouched while I look around and see so much destruction and loss. Not only here but in Florida and the Caribbean as well. My life has returned to normal like nothing ever happened. I know I’m not the only one that feels this way, others have mentioned this to me as well.
For some reason I feel like these last few days have issued a call to service. A call to give back to the community and help all those who have lost so much and who haven’t been as blessed and fortunate as I have been. And while I always know that’s what I should be doing, I let life get in the way. For some reason I can’t help but feel that is one call that I shouldn’t disobey.