Too Much
I cannot resist the urge to read about the horrible situation in New Orleans. Several times a day I go onto the internet to read the latest. I am sure that I am no different than millions upon millions of people in the world. Drawn to the coverage like a moth is drawn to a flame. Mouth agape at the tales of devastation, the news that worsens by the minute. Stomach clenched with anger that people are made to suffer so much. That the Federal Government can't mobilize itself fast enough to reestablish order, provide the barest essentials, get the people out to safety. The growing realization that the death toll could skyrocket if people aren't evacuated soon. People are already beginning to drop from the strain, from the exhaustion. How much longer can they hold out?
Part of me wants to stop reading the news, to block it all out, but another part of me says that I need to stay informed, as if it will really make a difference. In all, it is numbing to read of such misery, too much to handle really. Yet I remain compelled, like a rubber necker at the scene of an accident.