Twice the time it should take.
From my perspective my commute, my morning, and my plans are effectively ruined. By definition everything from my perspective defined in terms of myself.
It occurs to me that at this moment someone may be answering an unfortunate knock at the door where tragic news uncomfortably waits for them.
It occurs to me that at this moment someone may be losing a limb in an emergency surgery.
It occurs to me that at this moment someone, at the very least while uninjured, has a totaled car to deal with.
And me? I missed my morning coffee and have to move a couple of to-do items to after work.
I hate myself most when it occurs to me I am swimming in selfishness.
My wife will be going on a medical missions trip at the end of the year as a nursing student. It has long been on my wife’s heart to engage in serving communities that lack access to the basic medical services that frankly I take for granted. Considering the pittance I make as a poet, through the month of October I am dedicating my writing to our goal of finding at least 100 people able to contribute $10, which would go a long way in turning this possibility into a reality.
If it is within your means and these types of works are ones you like to support, I ask that you would consider donating here — every little bit helps. If you are not able to, I appreciate you all the same — I would just ask you keep us in your thoughts and prayers.