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A Cry For Help: Part One

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A Cry For Help: Part One

We always hear there is a need.
We hear about the world’s problems.
We hear about the pain,
The agony,
The grief felt by billions of hurting, struggling individuals in this world.
We hear their stories.
We hear their trials and tribulations
And watch from a distant barbed-wire fence lined with people like us, facing the other direction.
We watch with one eye opened.
One eye cares, but not enough to do something,
And the other couldn’t care less.
It seems as if we are entertained by their ruins,
Turning them into a real-life drama we watch unfold.
We hear their stories and we see their challenges.
We care.
We care, but we don’t care enough.
We don’t care enough to take action.
We don’t care enough to actually do something to become a part of the solution.
What if we are part of the problem?
What if we are the problem?
But what if we did care enough?
What if we actually took action to make a true impact and a true difference?
We are in this modern-day mindset that “your problems are your own problems”
And “what’s mine is mine.”
We feel that we are not obligated to help someone else because we are not connected to them in any way. We don’t owe them anything.
In reality, what if we are obligated to offer assistance,
Obligated in a good way?
We are all human.
We are all brothers and sisters.
So, naturally, wouldn’t you help your brother or sister?
Wouldn’t you want what is best for them?
So, since the world is our sibling,
Shouldn’t we want what is best for him or her or them?
Shouldn’t we help them?
The bottom line is there is a need.
People are hurting.
People are screaming.
People are in agony.
People are in pain,
And yet we just sit around and watch.
We are blessed beyond measure.
I am blessed beyond measure,
Yet there are countless human beings
Who would give every single ounce of everything they have just to experience a moment of freedom.
Yet, we do not care because we take things for granted.
I do not care because I take things for granted.
We take for granted every little individual blessing
That we do not even realize we would be nothing without.
We do not care about the world’s problems because we don’t physically interact with them every day.
We are not exposed to their defying humiliation.
Instead, we just turn the cold shoulder and do not even bother to look around
Because, hey, their problems are not our problems!

(Continued on A Cry For Help: Part Two)

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