This weekend, I was pretty much upset out of my mind. News stuff, hurricane stuff, class stuff, work stuff, all that insanity. I'm sure you all understand. So Friday night, when I had promised myself I'd be reading and was instead glued to the Internets watching depressingosity, I IMed a friend of mine and said "let's rent a car and buy 25 pallets of water and drive to New Orleans". I was not kidding in the traditional sense of the word, though I have, you know, freshmen and work and jobs and responsibilities.
"The National Guard is there," I was told. "We have to trust them. There's nothing we can do." So I didn't.
These kids did.
(I can't cry out for my Tutsi neighbors; I have a family and responsibilities. There is nothing I can do for my Jewish friends; I have my own life to live.)