"You listen and nod because it is all you can do." I believe this action, repeated with empathetic kindness, over and over, wins the day in the end.
On the maddening bureaucracy, this film clip from "The Incredibles" comes to mind. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGqq1F6OkEo He's like you getting the meal tickets for those who were not just first arrivals. ;-]
I want you to help; I want you to volunteer; I want you to keep writing the stories and telling the universe of what you witness. You see, I feel utterly helpless. Reading your dispatches, supporting your work-- I tell everyone in my circles of how I discovered you. If you feel your ears burning in the middle of the night, well, it might just be me telling another person about the outstanding work you are doing. I want you to know I care.
Please do not take this the wrong way--I do not really have a right to kvetch about how I feel, sitting here in the States. However. These last few weeks have been pretty disturbing for me. I am having trouble sleeping-- I wake up with the thoughts and images of war--of abject suffering and apocalyptic destruction of buildings, towns, and people's lives. With every day-to-day task, I am haunted by the thought "How would I be able to do (insert activity) if I was in a war-zone?" But I am safe, with a climate-controlled apartment, a steady job, and a car with all its windows which I can drive and complain about the potholes. I think... "Why doesn't roadworks get on these?"
Please hang in there; be good to yourself, and know I am rooting for you and all the people who stand up for the Ukrainian people. Слава Украине.
"You listen and nod because it is all you can do." I believe this action, repeated with empathetic kindness, over and over, wins the day in the end.
On the maddening bureaucracy, this film clip from "The Incredibles" comes to mind. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGqq1F6OkEo He's like you getting the meal tickets for those who were not just first arrivals. ;-]
I want you to help; I want you to volunteer; I want you to keep writing the stories and telling the universe of what you witness. You see, I feel utterly helpless. Reading your dispatches, supporting your work-- I tell everyone in my circles of how I discovered you. If you feel your ears burning in the middle of the night, well, it might just be me telling another person about the outstanding work you are doing. I want you to know I care.
Please do not take this the wrong way--I do not really have a right to kvetch about how I feel, sitting here in the States. However. These last few weeks have been pretty disturbing for me. I am having trouble sleeping-- I wake up with the thoughts and images of war--of abject suffering and apocalyptic destruction of buildings, towns, and people's lives. With every day-to-day task, I am haunted by the thought "How would I be able to do (insert activity) if I was in a war-zone?" But I am safe, with a climate-controlled apartment, a steady job, and a car with all its windows which I can drive and complain about the potholes. I think... "Why doesn't roadworks get on these?"
Please hang in there; be good to yourself, and know I am rooting for you and all the people who stand up for the Ukrainian people. Слава Украине.