But not great enough.
I didn't think I'd need to sit and list everything I've done, but I guess I need to. I do more than donate. Last year I went with a few other students from my school to visit a remedial school that was like a last-chance for high-school dropouts to get a GED. You'd go in there and there were all these (overwhelmingly Hispanic :/ ) kids, some holding small children or massively pregnant, all typing away at computers or studying.
Thought to myself, "Now here's a group that's doing some real good. These people are offering a chance to these kids, and those in here are doing their damnedest to make the most of it. If anyone deserves a real helping hand it's this staff and student body."
After some poking around we noticed two large bookshelves that contained in total maybe a hundred torn paperbacks. A staff member meekly told us that that was the library, that the kids draw from to do English studies and book reports. I was appalled. Right then, it was decided what we'd do. One university-wide book drive later(of which I was almost entirely in charge), and now they have a full range of fiction and nonfiction works to choose from. Some boundlessly generous soul donated a mint-condition encyclopedia set for them.
Here is what it looks like now (second image about halfway down the page). I'm damned proud of the work we did, and of the people who gave books for these kids. What I'm not proud of is my hair in that pic. :happysad:
I know I do good. I have talked a kid out of suicidal thoughts and gave an ear to one prominent member of this forum when they were feeling down.
The problem is that I just feel like for every one person I help there are thousands that I missed. Every teen suicide is one kid I didn't manage to get to. It is probably not rational to think this way but I feel like I COULD help everyone if only I had the means, because I certainly have the will.
That's probably the most helpful response I've gotten.
I do very much wish that I could meet someone in person who has the same thoughts I do. When you talk of that kind of brotherhood it does give me resolve.
Oh, I'm doing that. I'm doing exactly that. I'm taking what I like to do and making it into a career that would let me see the physical, tangible result of putting away bad guys. That's what I mean by my opening paragraph. I know damned well that all of you are right--but at the same time I keep wondering HOW I can be content with just that.
Trust me, I have never been immobilized by my negative feelings.
Perhaps I should have been more clear.
You might be interested in another story I am writing.
It's strange that you should say that because this is actually a time of great change for me, lots of new things are happening at once. I am learning skills in areas I didn't know existed two months ago and firms are already vying for my attention.
Again, I was probably being really, really overdramatic. I am genuinely optimistic and excited about the way my own life is heading. I am active in improving the lives of people who can't do it for themselves.
This constant, nagging bad feeling that always sits in the back of my brain finally got to me and I had to bring it to the forefront and throw it out there for everybody.
While I'm spilling my guts out to everyone I'm gonna go ahead and admit to two or three times a day. :redface:
So with time the contentment will just come on its own and I'll be able to allow the world to keep going on as it is with no moral qualms whatsoever? :thumbsdn:
I don't mind a hard life. I love to put in an honest day's work and get results. Toil is one thing--that's fine with me. Tragedy and suffering--those are what I have issues with.
I have posted a few times about a friend of mine who lost his leg while we were in high school together. He's where I get my angst about this amputation stuff, I guess. He's doing fine, but he loved soccer and football and now he can't do them anymore. He was good, might have gotten some athletic scholarship money, but that could just kiss his ass goodbye. I heard him rant about that a few times.
Military brat. I know lots of amputees. They're some of the most hardworking and optimistic people I know but the depression and the frustration and the "why me?" is palpable as these people cannot do things in a world where your worth is judged by your ability to physically affect things around you.
Once again, sorry I didn't write my whole life.
I assume that you are talking about my rant against people who hurt others. I've seen that too. A guy I know from high school was a friendly acquaintance of mine, until he diddled with a seven-year-old. Now that he is a registered sex offender I won't talk to him for fear of how angry I might get. It's easy for me to dehumanize people based on actions that atrocious.
Yeah, that whole "giving up" thing ain't happening.
I can do that.
1. Throw a charity concert for a local children's hospital
2. Expert marksmanship badges in handgun, shotgun, rifle, and archery
3. Become a licensed pilot
4. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu black belt (I would be satisfied with brown or purple)
5. ^ The thing that Farceur said up there that I bolded
Hey, that looks like a pretty good list. Why do you ask?
And I've seen that arm-graft guy before. I'm glad for him but this stuff also makes me sad for those that aren't given this opportunity.
I do really appreciate all this, guys. Sorry about the "I'm the only one who cares" bullshit, I know that's not true. It does make me happy to see human kindness, and I am always doing my best to spread it. The problem is I cannot seem to make peace with the fact that there are people I can't help and monsters I can't reach. I want to be the one to banish suffering from this earth, or at least live to see the day.