It is kind of weird that my compassion is reserved when a land and people I wish would cease to exist is hit with disaster. An honest statement that I am still coming to grips with in making. As a matter of fact if the whole of the Middle East and parts of Africa were to be eased, I dont think I would shed a tear. I am surprised in my callous thoughts but cannot deny them. Yet I fed a young bird from my hand this morning and honored my dad at his grave site before dropping my weekly food donation off at the food bank. There has to be some psycho-babble description for me.