When my family returned to the US from India and Sri Lanka in the mid 60’s, my father was engaged as a mediator in the violent Sri Lankan conflicts which hadn’t formally escalated into war, but were headed in that direction.
Every single morning, the first thing in our house was the radio being turned on and the New York Times being perused for news. And every single morning gasps of disbelief that there was little, if any, mention of what was going on.
As devastating as it is to continually be bombarded by images and information of what is going on in the distress areas of the world today, what an incredible gift.
We get to see. We get to choose how much or how little to care, to be involved, to act.