...well now I feel bad.

...Jack has set up a way to help injured troops thru donations...you need to go to his site and read up on it. It's for something worthy and necessary, and I think it will do some good. Please check it out.

...however, I can't afford it at the moment. There are people who are donating a lot (to me it's a lot) of money, and for some reason I'm worried how he thinks of me.
No idea why...I doubt he comes here much, if at all. But I've come to respect him thru his writing.

...I have my charities...I also have my doctors' bills, the house here and other stuff. I have three different Marines I'm sending stuff to. I try and be different every time. I don't want to keep sending q-tips and eye wash. I try to send fun stuff along with necessities. I'd love to splurge and send a really nice game (it's what they asked for), but they are expensive. I don't have a husband, and I certainly don't have a significant other here anymore.

...so now I feel like a shit. But anyone who knows me also knows I help whenever I can. It's like the ending in Schindler's List. He saved hundreds of Jews by puting them on a list to work...and in the end, he realizes he could have saved more if he picked more. But he couldn't save everyone.

...this fucking war...sick children...people being cruel to one another and animals. Lots of people need money and support.

So good luck Jack. I'm sure you'll have lots of people to help you. I'm sorry it wasn't me.
posted by Wanting at 7:02 PM