Responsibilities: Part Two

 

My Two Cents; Seeing as I am the one who started…

I myself feel a pang from remorse gene all the time. I used to help out all the time as well, and, as time passed, I believe I have too become de-sensitized to the horrible, horrible things that constantly befall our species everyday; every disaster, or Earth shattering event. I am more pissed off and want to do more when I see someone like Sue Rodriguez denied basic Human Dignity, or when I see the Japanese killing beached Dolphins – supposedly illegal now, but still happening nonetheless. I helped out with Live Aid, I joined Amnesty International, I have adopted children in impoverished Africa, donated for 9/11, Katrina, and Haiti (more on this ‘Haiti’ in a moment), the fights for cures – AIDS, Cancers, Diabetes et al, and it still seems an utterly futile OCD cure for this ‘personal responsibility’ I feel towards my fellow Human Being. If something moves me, I will most definitely help in whatever way I can, but for the most part, I stick to the plan of a blood donation every fifty-two to fifty-four days, and making sure I am on the bone marrow registry. These two things I feel are very important and needed by somebody somewhere. It is the best I can do now, and as far as the blood donation goes, I have done this thing for 15+ years. This whole “futile attitude” will almost certainly change – it is probably a phase.

Now, about Haiti; When the earthquake hit, I did my due diligence to find the best organization to donate to, it was “Doctors Without Borders”. But mere hours after my donation, the search for survivors was called off. I was furious to say the least. I eMailed whoever I thought would listen saying that “there are still people alive – there has to be… don’t give up please!” Wouldn’t you know it, they found somebody… ALIVE a few hours after the search was called off. I visited some blogs on the whole Haiti situation to see if my personal opinion was shared by anyone else, and what I found was truly alarming. The Hate for helping these people, and anyone else for that matter (these blogs went off on seriously deviant tangents) was palpable; it had a life of its own and I decided then that I have done what I could and will just stick to the tried and true basics – blood.

Well, this is my two cents.

I guess I feel a “Duty of Responsibility”.