For a minute or two I felt like I was doing something to help, that I was making a difference, and hopefully I was, but all too quickly it returned, that feeling that I should be doing something more, anything, to help. I guess if you were a praying person, this is when you would do so.
I am sure this feeling is being replicated a billionfold around the world.
It's best to keep busy.
As luck would have it, we have a waterlogged ice-jam, bordered by a five foot high snow bank that has nowhere to melt but into the basement. Meanwhile, the spruce trees on the other side of the yard have bare ground beneath them. I think I just had my shoulder and arm workouts for the week.
How do you cope with the helplessness that comes with not being able to fix the world?