Think about it; how often do you really see something when someone else is showing it to you. Never. We see when we’re ready. We see when we know our truths and understand who it is we are supposed to be.

Their pain is my pain. Their tears are my tears. Their hate is my hate. Their abandonment is my abandonment.

Feeling bad about an epidemic isn't good enough, find a shelter near you and give. Then give some more.