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it can be a market crash 
a global outbreak 
it can be a Mount Saint Helen
for me it was Northridge, California 
January 17th, 1994
I saw myself in the eyes of children
hungry, shocked, confused
clinging to mothers 
their reality and the earth 
both trembling underfoot
I was given no script, no rules to follow
all that was asked of me was empathy
to understand, to be one of God's children
to see nothing more became an eligibility factor
one man came bruised, bludgeoned
his stare a chisel to stone 
the truth echoing from his wife
her face, her words
the doors that he crumbled 
the force of his mission
to save neighbors 
dozens if not more
how he flew under media scrutiny 
sitting before me 
my heart the only thing between them 
and the miracle of sustenance
I became severed 
then placed the gift of humanity 
squarely at their feet

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