Helplessness

Shots where fired…and friends where hit. Some where someone thinks it’s reasonable to put a bullet into a 22 year old Sudanese girl. Some where someone thinks it acceptable for a man to drive his way to safety with a bullet through his arm. To someone this makes sense, to shoot, maim, and kill your own people…your own blood.

I am told the shots where fired to derail the peace agreements that have been made. Yet I look around and do not see any semblance of peace…I suppose these individuals are doing a “good job.” And I sit on a hospital bed looking at the face of the innocent who are no longer innocent. Innocents was probably lost to the people of Darfur long ago, but the final blow was complete with the crack of a gun shot.

We all react to tragedy in different ways. But the list of reactions seems to become narrower when we are surrounded by tragedy on a daily basis? How does one move forward in the face of such overwhelming evil? Must we lie to ourselves, trying to believe that we are making a difference? Or must we accept the fate that has been dealt to people who have never had a say in the direction of their destiny. Maybe there are other options, ones that I have not explored…but for now they seem so far away they might simply be impossible.

I wish there was someone to point a finger at, someone to yell at, some sort of accountability somewhere. But that won’t happen and I am too much of a realist to hold out for it. For now there is just frustration, sadness, and angst. And maybe one day I will weep, maybe one day we will all weep…

*Photo provide by Aaron