national disasters, wars…they always feel so far away from where i am. somehow the photos of haiti just seemed to crazy to be real. it was only after seeing the collage of home photographs of loved ones in the nytimes missing in haiti collage where it felt so much more real.
i’m always skeptical about giving money to disaster relief organizations but this is one organization that i am confident in.
on the way to work this morning, i was at a stop light and i saw this asian grandmother talking with an elderly cross-walk lady. the grandmother was using grand hand gestures while the cross-walk lady leaned in to listen to her story. and then all of a sudden, they both whipped their heads back and started holding their bellies as they laughed hysterically.
it’s pretty creepy that i just watched this from my car…not part of their conversation nor do i even know what they were talking about but it seemed very norman rockwell.