Red Room Where the Writers Are

I guess a big part of growing up is being honest to yourself when deciding what's good and what's right...

Some how, between joining my family to send some money to relatives that are affected in the slightest way, and buying fancy computer upgrades, I came in the realization that these people need it, now. I guess when thousands of people lost their lives and millions of people lost their home, children became ophans... other things can wait a bit.

Buying something with the money would probably have made my or whoever else's day, but if it helps a child to get thru the darkest moment in his life, that would mean the world. And this makes it right.

Please join me, hold a light, make a difference.