If there is a God, I wish he tested the “sinners” more than the “righteous” ones.
But who am I to judge. What is sin and what is righteous?
Photo: An MSF physician conducts a medical consultation with a resident at a makeshift clinic opened in Rockaway, Queens. USA 2012 © Michael Goldfarb/MSF
To our friends and supporters,
I had just finished a radio interview in San Francisco where I was asked whether Doctors Without Borders/Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF) was intervening to help the victims of Hurricane Sandy. While we have not worked in the United States in the past, I told the interviewer that we had learned our lesson from Hurricane Katrina – don’t assume that the needs will be covered, keep a close eye on evolving events, and be ready to react.
It was at that moment that I received the phone call from my colleagues in New York. They had serious concerns that the medical needs of the people impacted and displaced by Sandy were not being met. I gave them the go-ahead to mobilize our network of staff, local Doctors Without Borders aid workers, board members, donors, and personal and official contacts to get more information about the situation on the ground in New York and New Jersey.
I am still surprised at how quickly things happened after that.
Urgent medical needs were becoming apparent as we quickly mapped and assessed some of the hardest-hit areas. I was back in New York the next day to lead one of six “explo-action teams,” one in Manhattan, one in Staten Island, one in Brooklyn, two in Queens, and one in Hoboken, New Jersey.
As we worked to treat patients on the spot in these locations, we found gaps in medical and mental health care. Creating continuity in patient care was critical – there was little consistent follow-through on how people could get mental health care, prescriptions, or follow-up care. Pharmacies were shuttered because of storm damage, and gas for transportation was in short supply, making it difficult for people to get treatment and drugs, largely for pre-existing medical conditions such as heart disease, diabetes, and asthma.
In the Rockaways area of Queens where I led the intervention throughout the weekend, we treated approximately 100 people, many of them elderly or with disabilities who were caught on the highest floors of buildings with no electricity or heat. People were suffering from immense amounts of stress, and mental health care was critical.
Over the past twenty years, a large proportion of Doctors Without Borders’ financial support has come from our donors in New York and New Jersey who are now struggling with the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. Our thoughts and efforts are with you at this time.
I hope you take a moment to read the most recent operational update on our workdelivering medical care to people in these communities. We will continue our response throughout the week and be vigilant about the needs as yet another storm approaches.
Again and again we have had the opportunity to say thank you to our donors for supporting our work abroad. This time we thank you for supporting our work right here at home. We hope that you will continue to support our work wherever the needs arise.
All the best to you and your families,
Let me Show you there is more to life. Than just This.
Just let me try.
There was another suicide.
This time it was at my school. It always reminds me of my father. My shitty Father.
I wish people understood how serious suicide was. I wish i coulda talked to the kid. I knew i coulda made a difference in his/her life. I coulda changed it. Fuck.
I coulda prevented it if i knew him/her. I just know it.
Cause at points at life.. that was me. And I’m here. Who knows for how long.
But if i can just make a difference in a couple of peoples of lives, then i know i’ve lived a good life.
A friend i met a long time ago in California, never really keeps in contact with me anymore.
She was very cool and very loved, we only got to know each other for a week though.
Recently i found out that she had cancer and she has beaten it! I was astonished at the fact that something like that could happen to someone so young!
She is 18 and a sophmore in Harvard. A year younger than me.
A year younger, yet i wonder how difficult it must have been.
I wish i had known, i would’ve gone up to visit her.
But now of course i do know! and i will visit her! If i couldn’t be there for her then, i can still congratulate her and tell her how amazing she is.
But what to get her (: ?
I climb, so high….
It blows me away sometimes.
The other day a friend, a close friend, asked me about him
He asked me if i still talked to him
I said, “no, he died when i was 10”
He told me, “sorry”
I said, “Don’t be, he was a fucked up guy, I hated him”
He told me, “without him you wouldn’t be here”
Food for thought
I was bored so i…
Became social vice president - check
Held events (soirees and dances) - check
Joined clubs - check
Joined a fraternity - check
Become an RA - check
Making money on Youtube - check
Kept grades - check
Pick a Major & Travel Abroad - Soon.
Mental appearances. Physical consciousness.
What’s really worth it?
Almost lost my way.
Brains a mesh.
How many times will the same thing play. Lifes a script on refresh.
Over and over same thing day to day. Just wishing sometimes i could just run away.
Listen. A lifetime of visualizing paradise.
Where is this paradise?
I wake up, roll over.
Roll the dice.
But i can’t run away anymore.
I’ve just got to endure, I’ve got too much to live for.
Once that’s accomplished, I’ve got too much to do.
Whats after college? For some people.. More schooling, jobs…
The world is infinitely huge with so many things to accomplish and so many things to do.
But what should i do?
I don’t want to be a doctor… I don’t want to be an engineer.. I don’t want to do any of these professions.. nor do i know what i want to do.
Shit all i know is that there is so much I haven’t done.
“Somedays i just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I’m surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time i go to get up i just fall in pits
My life’s like one big ball of shit.”
The act of not doing anything in the face of a wrong doing, is just as bad as being that wrong doer.