until the war ends

A story from an aid worker on the ground in Gaza came across my feed. At first I chose not to read it because I knew it would affect me. But something made me go back. I realized that while I could choose whether or not to engage with the tragedy and trauma, they cannot. This is their life, so many lives. So I read. And yes, it did affect me. It left me in tears, shaken. 

I feel so helpless to make any difference, I don’t even know which side is better or worse. I only know my heart is aching and shocked, recognizing the tragedy happening to civilians with no way out. 

Humans of New York is doing a series right now featuring workers with Doctors Without Borders. I encourage you to read their stories. Even though they are devastating. 

I made myself a little thread bracelet. Simple, nothing fancy. But I have promised myself I will wear it until this war ends. Hopefully days. Maybe years. But as long as there are people who have to live through this, I will at least do them the honor of not forgetting them. Reminding myself to act, to give, to call, to urge. 

I hope you’ll join me.