One of the most beautiful gifts my son gave me was this gaping open hole in my heart. Sounds all wrong, doesn’t it?

I have always had some capacity for empathy and sympathy. I have sat with friends who mourn, hugged those in need, and cried with the broken hearted. But I never lived through tragedy. I never knew how it felt to have the precious ripped from my life.

Now I do, and I consider it a priceless gift that I can I can look in the eyes of those who have lost and say nothing, they can read my heart in a glance. But because of this, I am finding it impossible to ramble on about my life and goings on right now. The massive human suffering in Haiti just makes me feel small. My friends who are hurting make my life seem so simple. I am simply incapable of waxing poetic about myself right now.

Don’t worry, I’m way to self-centered to stay this way, but that’s where I am, trying to help those who need it, in any way I can. Today that way is to drive you to send prayers for Arianne and Ellie, to send gifts and prayers and support to our Haitian neighbors, and simply to love the woman who snarled at you in the elevator. You might be surprised what she’s been through.