No words can come close to describe my profound saddness. My eyes welled up so many times from reading earthquake news. My heart ached so much when I came cross the picture of a PLA soldier holding a small baby girl whose mom sacrificed her life to save her.
These days I have been feeling both blissing and guilty while taking each step on the road, enjoying each breath of fresh air and going out to dine.
I feel guilty and desperate not being able to offer hands-on help to earthquake victims. I solute to those healthcare workers who push their endurance to limits to save people's llives as I am typing here at home. I wish I could be there. I had dreams about digging through rubbles, checking vital signs and pulses, and yelling on top of my lungs asking for a central line kit. I woke up in my bedroom, drenched. It was quiet and dark. Tears rolled down my cheek silently. I haven't donate any money yet. But I will once I decide on the right organization to give. It is the least I can do.
Never have I been so proud of being a Chinese.
