December 28th

I was at the CFCA Fiesta Bowl breakfast enjoying a fancy breakfast, needing a break from the hoopla of the presentations So I decided to venture out into the lobby of the hotel, I found a quiet place to sit down and picked up the newspaper and began reading stories about the tsunami. It was the first time I took the time out of my “busy” life to consider what those who were affected by the tsunami halfway around the world were dealing with.

I couldn’t shake what I had read, specifically the numerous stories of parents having their children ripped out of their arms by the killer wave. Later that night I lay in bed after putting my precious 10 month old son, Ethan down for bed and I kept imagining Ethan getting violently taken out of my arms and helplessly watching him go to his death.

I wondered how could I show compassion to my distant “neighbors”. To have compassion means literally to suffer with, what would this mean for me?