Saturday, January 23, 2010

Covering Haiti: When the Media Is the Disaster

By Rebecca Solnit - January 21st, 2010
Soon after almost every disaster the crimes begin: ruthless, selfish, indifferent to human suffering, and generating far more suffering. The perpetrators go unpunished and live to commit further crimes against humanity. They care less for human life than for property. They act without regard for consequences.
I'm talking, of course, about those members of the mass media whose misrepresentation of what goes on in disaster often abets and justifies a second wave of disaster. I'm talking about the treatment of sufferers as criminals, both on the ground and in the news, and the endorsement of a shift of resources from rescue to property patrol. They still have blood on their hands from Hurricane Katrina, and they are staining themselves anew in Haiti.
Within days of the Haitian earthquake, for example, the Los Angeles Times ran a series of photographs with captions that kept deploying the word "looting." One was of a man lying face down on the ground with this caption: "A Haitian police officer ties up a suspected looter who was carrying a bag of evaporated milk." The man's sweaty face looks up at the camera, beseeching, anguished.
Another photo was labeled: "Looting continued in Haiti on the third day after the earthquake, although there were more police in downtown Port-au-Prince." It showed a somber crowd wandering amid shattered piles of concrete in a landscape where, visibly, there could be little worth taking anyway.
A third image was captioned: "A looter makes off with rolls of fabric from an earthquake-wrecked store." Yet another: "The body of a police officer lies in a Port-au-Prince street. He was accidentally shot by fellow police who mistook him for a looter."
People were then still trapped alive in the rubble. A translator for Australian TV dug out a toddler who'd survived 68 hours without food or water, orphaned but claimed by an uncle who had lost his pregnant wife. Others were hideously wounded and awaiting medical attention that wasn't arriving. Hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, needed, and still need, water, food, shelter, and first aid. The media in disaster bifurcates. Some step out of their usual "objective" roles to respond with kindness and practical aid. Others bring out the arsenal of clichés and pernicious myths and begin to assault the survivors all over again.
The "looter" in the first photo might well have been taking that milk to starving children and babies, but for the news media that wasn't the most urgent problem. The "looter" stooped under the weight of two big bolts of fabric might well have been bringing it to now homeless people trying to shelter from a fierce tropical sun under improvised tents.
The pictures do convey desperation, but they don't convey crime. Except perhaps for that shooting of a fellow police officer -- his colleagues were so focused on property that they were reckless when it came to human life, and a man died for no good reason in a landscape already saturated with death.
In recent days, there have been scattered accounts of confrontations involving weapons, and these may be a different matter. But the man with the powdered milk? Is he really a criminal? There may be more to know, but with what I've seen I'm not convinced.
What Would You Do?
Imagine, reader, that your city is shattered by a disaster. Your home no longer exists, and you spent what cash was in your pockets days ago. Your credit cards are meaningless because there is no longer any power to run credit-card charges. Actually, there are no longer any storekeepers, any banks, any commerce, or much of anything to buy. The economy has ceased to exist.
By day three, you're pretty hungry and the water you grabbed on your way out of your house is gone. The thirst is far worse than the hunger. You can go for many days without food, but not water. And in the improvised encampment you settle in, there is an old man near you who seems on the edge of death. He no longer responds when you try to reassure him that this ordeal will surely end. Toddlers are now crying constantly, and their mothers infinitely stressed and distressed.
So you go out to see if any relief organization has finally arrived to distribute anything, only to realize that there are a million others like you stranded with nothing, and there isn't likely to be anywhere near enough aid anytime soon. The guy with the corner store has already given away all his goods to the neighbors. That supply's long gone by now. No wonder, when you see the chain pharmacy with the shattered windows or the supermarket, you don't think twice before grabbing a box of PowerBars and a few gallons of water that might keep you alive and help you save a few lives as well.
The old man might not die, the babies might stop their squalling, and the mothers might lose that look on their faces. Other people are calmly wandering in and helping themselves, too. Maybe they're people like you, and that gallon of milk the fellow near you has taken is going to spoil soon anyway. You haven't shoplifted since you were 14, and you have plenty of money to your name. But it doesn't mean anything now.
If you grab that stuff are you a criminal? Should you end up lying in the dirt on your stomach with a cop tying your hands behind your back? Should you end up labeled a looter in the international media? Should you be shot down in the street, since the overreaction in disaster, almost any disaster, often includes the imposition of the death penalty without benefit of trial for suspected minor property crimes?
Or are you a rescuer? Is the survival of disaster victims more important than the preservation of everyday property relations? Is that chain pharmacy more vulnerable, more a victim, more in need of help from the National Guard than you are, or those crying kids, or the thousands still trapped in buildings and soon to die?
It's pretty obvious what my answers to these questions are, but it isn't obvious to the mass media. And in disaster after disaster, at least since the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, those in power, those with guns and the force of law behind them, are too often more concerned for property than human life. In an emergency, people can, and do, die from those priorities. Or they get gunned down for minor thefts or imagined thefts. The media not only endorses such outcomes, but regularly, repeatedly, helps prepare the way for, and then eggs on, such a reaction.
If Words Could Kill
We need to banish the word "looting" from the English language. It incites madness and obscures realities.
"Loot," the noun and the verb, is a word of Hindi origin meaning the spoils of war or other goods seized roughly. As historian Peter Linebaugh points out, "At one time loot was the soldier's pay." It entered the English language as a good deal of loot from India entered the English economy, both in soldiers' pockets and as imperial seizures.
After years of interviewing survivors of disasters, and reading first-hand accounts and sociological studies from such disasters as the London Blitz and the Mexico City earthquake of 1985, I don't believe in looting. Two things go on in disasters. The great majority of what happens you could call emergency requisitioning. Someone who could be you, someone in the kind of desperate circumstances I outlined above, takes necessary supplies to sustain human life in the absence of any alternative. Not only would I not call that looting, I wouldn't even call that theft.
Necessity is a defense for breaking the law in the United States and other countries, though it's usually applied more to, say, confiscating the car keys of a drunk driver than feeding hungry children. Taking things you don't need is theft under any circumstances. It is, says the disaster sociologist Enrico Quarantelli, who has been studying the subject for more than half a century, vanishingly rare in most disasters.
Personal gain is the last thing most people are thinking about in the aftermath of a disaster. In that phase, the survivors are almost invariably more altruistic and less attached to their own property, less concerned with the long-term questions of acquisition, status, wealth, and security, than just about anyone not in such situations imagines possible. (The best accounts from Haiti of how people with next to nothing have patiently tried to share the little they have and support those in even worse shape than them only emphasize this disaster reality.) Crime often drops in the wake of a disaster.
The media are another matter. They tend to arrive obsessed with property (and the headlines that assaults on property can make). Media outlets often call everything looting and thereby incite hostility toward the sufferers as well as a hysterical overreaction on the part of the armed authorities. Or sometimes the journalists on the ground do a good job and the editors back in their safe offices cook up the crazy photo captions and the wrongheaded interpretations and emphases.
They also deploy the word panic wrongly. Panic among ordinary people in crisis is profoundly uncommon. The media will call a crowd of people running from certain death a panicking mob, even though running is the only sensible thing to do. In Haiti, they continue to report that food is being withheld from distribution for fear of "stampedes." Do they think Haitians are cattle?
The belief that people in disaster (particularly poor and nonwhite people) are cattle or animals or just crazy and untrustworthy regularly justifies spending far too much energy and far too many resources on control -- the American military calls it "security" -- rather than relief. A British-accented voiceover on CNN calls people sprinting to where supplies are being dumped from a helicopter a "stampede" and adds that this delivery "risks sparking chaos." The chaos already exists, and you can't blame it on these people desperate for food and water. Or you can, and in doing so help convince your audience that they're unworthy and untrustworthy.
Back to looting: of course you can consider Haiti's dire poverty and failed institutions a long-term disaster that changes the rules of the game. There might be people who are not only interested in taking the things they need to survive in the next few days, but things they've never been entitled to own or things they may need next month. Technically that's theft, but I'm not particularly surprised or distressed by it; the distressing thing is that even before the terrible quake they led lives of deprivation and desperation.
In ordinary times, minor theft is often considered a misdemeanor. No one is harmed. Unchecked, minor thefts could perhaps lead to an environment in which there were more thefts and so forth, and a good argument can be made that, in such a case, the tide needs to be stemmed. But it's not particularly significant in a landscape of terrible suffering and mass death.
A number of radio hosts and other media personnel are still upset that people apparently took TVs after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in August 2005. Since I started thinking about, and talking to people about, disaster aftermaths I've heard a lot about those damned TVs. Now, which matters more to you, televisions or human life? People were dying on rooftops and in overheated attics and freeway overpasses, they were stranded in all kinds of hideous circumstances on the Gulf Coast in 2005 when the mainstream media began to obsess about looting, and the mayor of New Orleans and the governor of Louisiana made the decision to focus on protecting property, not human life.
A gang of white men on the other side of the river from New Orleans got so worked up about property crimes that they decided to take the law into their own hands and began shooting. They seem to have considered all black men criminals and thieves and shot a number of them. Some apparently died; there were bodies bloating in the September sun far from the region of the floods; one good man trying to evacuate the ruined city barely survived; and the media looked away. It took me months of nagging to even get the story covered. This vigilante gang claimed to be protecting property, though its members never demonstrated that their property was threatened. They boasted of killing black men. And they shared values with the mainstream media and the Louisiana powers that be.
Somehow, when the Bush administration subcontracted emergency services -- like providing evacuation buses in Hurricane Katrina -- to cronies who profited even while providing incompetent, overpriced, and much delayed service at the moment of greatest urgency, we didn't label that looting.
Or when a lot of wealthy Wall Street brokers decide to tinker with a basic human need like housing.... Well, you catch my drift.
Woody Guthrie once sang that "some will rob you with a six-gun, and some with a fountain pen." The guys with the six guns (or machetes or sharpened sticks) make for better photographs, and the guys with the fountain pens not only don't end up in jail, they end up in McMansions with four-car garages and, sometimes, in elected -- or appointed -- office.
Learning to See in Crises
Last Christmas a priest, Father Tim Jones of York, started a ruckus in Britain when he said in a sermon that shoplifting by the desperate from chain stores might be acceptable behavior. Naturally, there was an uproar. Jones told the Associated Press: "The point I'm making is that when we shut down every socially acceptable avenue for people in need, then the only avenue left is the socially unacceptable one."
The response focused almost entirely on why shoplifting is wrong, but the claim was also repeatedly made that it doesn't help. In fact, food helps the hungry, a fact so bald it's bizarre to even have to state it. The means by which it arrives is a separate matter. The focus remained on shoplifting, rather than on why there might be people so desperate in England's green and pleasant land that shoplifting might be their only option, and whether unnecessary human suffering is itself a crime of sorts.
Right now, the point is that people in Haiti need food, and for all the publicity, the international delivery system has, so far, been a visible dud. Under such circumstances, breaking into a U.N. food warehouse -- food assumedly meant for the poor of Haiti in a catastrophic moment -- might not be "violence," or "looting," or "law-breaking." It might be logic. It might be the most effective way of meeting a desperate need.
Why were so many people in Haiti hungry before the earthquake? Why do we have a planet that produces enough food for all and a distribution system that ensures more than a billion of us don't have a decent share of that bounty? Those are not questions whose answers should be long delayed.
Even more urgently, we need compassion for the sufferers in Haiti and media that tell the truth about them. I'd like to propose alternative captions for those Los Angeles Times photographs as models for all future disasters:
Let's start with the picture of the policeman hogtying the figure whose face is so anguished: "Ignoring thousands still trapped in rubble, a policeman accosts a sufferer who took evaporated milk. No adequate food distribution exists for Haiti's starving millions."
And the guy with the bolt of fabric? "As with every disaster, ordinary people show extraordinary powers of improvisation, and fabrics such as these are being used to make sun shelters around Haiti."
For the murdered policeman: "Institutional overzealousness about protecting property leads to a gratuitous murder, as often happens in crises. Meanwhile countless people remain trapped beneath crushed buildings."
And the crowd in the rubble labeled looters? How about: "Resourceful survivors salvage the means of sustaining life from the ruins of their world."
That one might not be totally accurate, but it's likely to be more accurate than the existing label. And what is absolutely accurate, in Haiti right now, and on Earth always, is that human life matters more than property, that the survivors of a catastrophe deserve our compassion and our understanding of their plight, and that we live and die by words and ideas, and it matters desperately that we get them right.

This essay was first published on TomDispatch.com.

Friday, January 15, 2010

On The Headlines Once Again Then To The Dustbin

  A Haitian woman is covered in rubble in Port-au-Prince. Daniel Morel/AFP/Getty Images


Once again, Haiti hugs the headline after a 7.0 magnitude quake rocked Port-au-Prince last night (January 12), with thousands feared dead. Aid would flow into the Haiti to assist the victims of the calamity, thanks to extensive media coverage, but just like the news about its people being reduced to eating mud cakes  to survive and the devastating flood that killed hundreds of people in 2008 (see photo below), as soon as the news on this latest calamity lose its media appeal and fades out of the headlines, again the World would forget about  this country which vies with Afghanistan for appalling human development statistics.



Thursday, November 5, 2009

Whose Truth?


We must always examine everything that the mainstream media dishes out with a critical mind. We must take their claim that they exist to serve the truth with a grain of salt. When mainstream media presents something as true, we should always ask ourselves whose truth is it. Let us not forget that they have an agenda to serve. We can not afford to be gullible and believe what they say that that they are there for for us. They are not there for us. They exist for themselves.

Friday, October 30, 2009

When Ordinary People Achieve Extraordinary Things

Stories of ordinary people achieving extraordinary things abounds. It is not by the title that a person possess by which he is marked as "ordinary" or "extraordinary" person but in what he does to make this world a better place for us all.

I have no idea why people choose to do what they do. When I was a kid I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up, but I did know what I didn't want to do. I didn't want to grow up, have 2.2 kids, get married, the whole white picket fence thing. And I certainly didn't think about being an activist. I didn't even really know what one was.

My older brother was born deaf. Growing up, I ended up defending him, and I often think that is what started me on my path to whatever it is I am today.

When I was approached with the idea of trying to create a landmine campaign, we were just three people in a small office in Washington, D.C., in late 1991. I certainly had more than a few ideas about how to begin a campaign, but what if nobody cared? What if nobody responded? But I knew the only way to answer those questions was to accept the challenge.

If I have any power as an individual, it's because I work with other individuals in countries all over the world. We are ordinary people: My friend Jemma, from Armenia; Paul, from Canada; Kosal, a landmine survivor from Cambodia; Haboubba, from Lebanon; Christian, from Norway; Diana, from Colombia; Margaret, another landmine survivor, from Uganda; and thousands more. We've all worked together to bring about extraordinary change. The landmine campaign is not just about landmines -- it's about the power of individuals to work with governments in a different way.

I believe in both my right and my responsibility to work to create a world that doesn't glorify violence and war, but where we seek different solutions to our common problems. I believe that these days, daring to voice your opinion, daring to find out information from a variety of sources, can be an act of courage.

I know that holding such beliefs and speaking them publicly is not always easy or comfortable or popular, particularly in the post-9/11 world. But I believe that life isn't a popularity contest. I really don't care what people say about me -- and believe me, they've said plenty. For me, it's about trying to do the right thing even when nobody else is looking.

I believe that worrying about the problems plaguing our planet without taking steps to confront them is absolutely irrelevant. The only thing that changes this world is taking action.

I believe that words are easy. I believe that truth is told in the actions we take. And I believe that if enough ordinary people back up our desire for a better world with action, we can, in fact, accomplish absolutely extraordinary things.


From the book This I Believe: The Personal Philosophies of Remarkable Men and Women
by Jody Williams

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Breaking The Silence

 I want to tell you a little story that will sail you away to an island in the Caribbean. This won't be your typical tale of palm fronds, juicy mangos, and tan lines. The story has a sad beginning. But ultimately it's a sort of love story, and I think you'll feel warmer in the end.

A year ago, I learned that the Caribbean is now the worst-hit region in the world for AIDS outside of sub-Saharan Africa. An estimated 50% of these HIV cases are among youth, ages 15-24. And in the Caribbean, HIV/AIDS is a disease that disproportionately affects girls. For me, this news hits home. Half of my family is rooted in the Lesser Antilles of the Caribbean. I have four St. Lucian cousins under the age of 24, all female.

A UNICEF study shows that one in three youth in the Caribbean have little or no information about sex education or AIDS, and that lower income, rural, and black folks report higher levels of feeling uninformed. Almost two out of three sexually active girls in the Caribbean think they have no risk of contracting the deadly disease. The reality is that throughout the region girls are contracting HIV/AIDS at a rate seven times higher than boys the same age. Sadly, in the island of St. Lucia, girls account for 92% of the HIV infected youth population.

Why are girls the most at risk? I wanted to find out.

I heard from Hortense, age 19:

"POWER. AIDS preys most on those who lack power and girls are the most vulnerable. Girls are often pressured or forced into having sex, or are denied information they need to make informed decisions. Girls frequently lack the skills to negotiate with boys or men and lack the confidence to challenge them; girls fear that being too assertive will make them unpopular. Even when a girl makes an informed decision, she may be unable to negotiate safe sex. Just knowing about HIV/AIDS is not sufficient to change the way we behave."

I did some research and began to understand. Gender inequities and poverty are complicit in the AIDS pandemic. Some points to consider:

-- Stereotypical gender roles place young women in a position of having little control over when, where, and how sex happens.

-- Fear of violence, retaliation, and stigma in homes, schools, and the workplace are significant factors in a girl's choice of contraception or monogamy.

-- Many young women are kept in the dark about sex, as if ignorance preserves their purity and innocence. Access to information is denied.

-- The despair of widespread poverty also forces many girls into sexual slavery, particularly in tourist economies, increasing their chances of being infected and infecting others.

And then I began to wonder what I could do to make a difference. I sought out organizations in St. Lucia working on AIDS issues with youth.

I spoke to the St. Lucia Red Cross where Marva Edwards -- the youth programs instructor -- emphasized the importance of educational intervention:

"When you educate, you empower girls so that they can negotiate. They become self-confident and realize that they don't need to rely on sexual activities to maintain themselves or their self-esteem."

Joan Didier, executive director of the St. Lucia AIDS Action Foundation, echoed Marva's sentiments:

"If we can help our young women develop vocational skills and realize the power that lies within, we are well on our way to creating change."

A plan started to form in my mind. I began working to convince a coalition of organizations in St. Lucia to join forces with Seattle-based 911 Media Arts Center in implementing a new program called Breaking the Silence.

"Breaking the Silence" is a free, five-month workshop series targeted at St. Lucian girls, ages 14-18. The program combines media literacy, hands-on digital video production, peer leadership training, and interactive HIV/AIDS education.

The "Breaking the Silence" program brings together a group of St. Lucian girls once a week after school. Health education professionals from the St. Lucia Red Cross will present essential information about HIV/AIDS prevention. The St. Lucia Planned Parenthood will train the girls in peer leadership so that they can pass on their knowledge to others. Finally, through fun, experiential exercises modeled from 911 Media Arts Center's award-winning Reel Grrls program, each girl will learn every aspect of videomaking.

Practicing everything from storyboarding to editing, the group will develop the skills needed to create a 15-minute educational video of their own design. "Breaking the Silence" girls will be able to broadly communicate their knowledge, fears, ideas, and hopes for addressing the AIDS pandemic -- and make a provocative and powerful statement about gender, poverty, and AIDS in the Caribbean.

Of course, the power of media is that it can be used as an awareness-raising tool. The completed "Breaking the Silence" video will be distributed to thousands of viewers in classrooms, health centers, television broadcast audiences, and video festivals both regionally and across the globe. Because these messages are created directly by the girls, the video will speak directly and powerfully to those most at-risk for contracting HIV/AIDS.

And as Marva Edwards of the Red Cross says:

"For the girls to realize, 'Hey, but I'm one of the very first St. Lucian females to actually handle the camera, to do the videotaping, do the editing, and put a video out in the world' -- that is another kind of power we can give these girls, a power that boosts up their self-esteem and gives them independence."

The "Breaking the Silence" program is slated to begin in July 2003, so we are busily fundraising over the next few months. We are applying for grants through various foundations, we are throwing all kinds of fundraising parties, and we are accepting cash and equipment donations. These efforts will ensure that there are professional staff supporting the girls, that there is appropriate equipment available for video production, that the video is widely distributed, and that there is an evaluation process in place so that the "Breaking the Silence" program can become a model for similar projects throughout the region.

In the end, our hope is that the "Breaking the Silence" girls will face their future with the protection of education, the practical training of video production, and the power of voice.

:: Fiona Otway
Seattle, Washington

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Reach Out And Touch Someone



Reach out, reach out and touch someone
A goal of the Master Plan.
Should not a caring person try
To help his fellow man?

Alas, plans sometimes go awry,
Not fulfilled as expected.
Varied reactions of people we find
In different manners reflected

The skeptic calls for all to heed
His words we hear as such:
"When reaching out to touch someone
Take care of where you touch.

"Though noble deeds may be sincere,
Responses of some may be rude
To those it's best to not reach out
You'll wind up being sued."

For me, however, I'll take a chance.
Ignoring the skeptic's stand.
Whenever I hear the cry for need,
I'll lend that helping hand.

But still, using caution, I'll limit my touch
To only that which I can see.
Then I can reach out, yet still ascertain
My touch will innocuous be.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Cory Aquino: She's Rare



Corazon Aquino was a political leader and president from (1986 to 1992) of the Philippines.

In 1983 she succeeded her husband and senator, Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino Jr. as leader of the opposition to then president Ferdinand Marcos. Aquino was assassinated in the same year at the then Manila International Airport following his arrival from the US where he stayed for seven years.

No one could have imagined that Mrs. Aquino would become president, the first woman to lead the country after Marcos was ousted in a military-backed popular revolt that she spearheaded in 1986.

When Marcos called for a presidential election in February 1986, Mrs. Aquino became the unified opposition's candidate. Although she was officially reported to have lost the election to Marcos, Aquino and her supporters challenged the results, charging widespread voting fraud.

High officials in the Philippine military soon publicly renounced Marcos’ continued rule and proclaimed Aquino the Philippines rightful president.

On Feb. 25, 1986, both Aquino and Marcos were inaugurated as president by their respective supporters but that same day Marcos fled the country.

In March 1986 then president Aquino appointed a commission that would rewrite the Constitution.

The revised Charter was ratified by a landslide vote in February 1987.

Despite popular support, Aquino was accused of economic injustice, a problem exacerbated by continuing warfare between the communist insurgency and a military whose loyalties to Aquino were uncertain. In general, her economic policies were criticized for faltering in the face of mass poverty.

Aquino was born to a wealthy family in Tarlac on Jan. 25, 1933. Her parents were Don Jose Cojuangco and Doña Demetria Sumulong. She was the sixth among the eight children of the Sumulong. Corazon Aquino's children are Maria Elena Aquino, Aurora Corazon, Victoria Eliza, Senator benigno Aquino III, and Kris, a TV and movie personality.

In 1946, Aquino’s family left for the US and she enrolled at Ravenhill Academy in Philadelphia. She finished her junior and senior years at Notre Dame College in New York. She entered Mount Saint Vincent College in New York City in 1949 where she finished a Bachelor of Arts, major in French. In 1953, she returned to the Philippines to take up law at the Far Eastern University, but then abandoned further studies in 1955 to marry Benigno Aquino Jr., who was then a promising young politician.

Before her entry into politics, Mrs. Aquino was a housewife, content with supporting her husband and raising five children.

Source: www.op.gov.ph/museum/pres_aquino.asp

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Helping Others


Proverbs 3:27

Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do it.


Did you ever stop to help someone
stuck beside the road?
Or help a person carry bags
to their car for them to load?
These opportunities lend themselves
to us most every day.
Yet many times we turn our heads
and look the other way.

Have you been in heavy traffic
when cross traffic wants to turn?
They face you... blinker blinking...
hoping kindness could they earn?
Do you allow them to proceed
and delay your forward travel?
Or do you look the other way
and watch their nerves unravel?

When walking thru the Walmart lot
in the rain with your umbrella,
Do you ignore the guy in the door
and think "poor rain-soaked fella?"
Perhaps they would appreciate
an escort to their car.
After all you have some cover
and it isn't very far.

All these things I've mentioned,
though minimal or small...
may seem insignificant...
but they're really not at all.
It matters if you could assist
and you choose to just ignore it.
For our kindness GOD rewards us,
if you care to just explore it.

I'm not saying GOD is watching
to see if you're polite.
I'm saying we could be more helpful
if we want to do what's right.
We wouldn't lose a lot of time
by rendering some aid.
And who knows... down the road...
kindness may be repaid.

Have you held a door for someone
entering or exiting a store?
Or do you hurry in yourself,
thinking "it's really not your chore".
Have you ever been in a checkout lane
with forty items in your cart.
And a little lady just behind you
with two items and a slow start.

Do you let them go before you
after all...what's the big deal?
You might lose a whole five minutes...
think how great you're gonna' feel.
We should show a little kindness
even if it's not deserved.
When you think of it my friend...
it's not "them" that's being served.

C.C. ©February 04, 2006 

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done [it] unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done [it] unto Me.
Matthew 25:40

Poems By CC 

Monday, October 12, 2009

Help Someone Today

I have a friend I must go and see,

One who lives just over the way

He might need chores to be done.

Oh yes, I must go today. 

He usually meets me at the door,

With a hearty welcome, too

We have been neighbors many years,

And we all have jobs to do. 

I know my friend is growing old,

He is a bit older than I

And much advice he has given me

Which kept me from going awry 

I must go and see him now,

While he can see and talk

Perhaps he’ll be so feeble some day

And not even able to walk.

Lets all go out to help someone,

Perhaps they are needing you

Look around and search for one

We’ll feel better if we do. 


Helen C. Wallen


Saturday, October 10, 2009

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,


If I can stop one heart from breaking, 
I shall not live in vain; 
If I can ease one life the aching, 
Or cool one pain, 
Or help one fainting robin 
Unto his nest again, 
I shall not live in vain.

Emily Dickinson


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