This week has left me feeling a little hollow, low, deflated, certainly not on an up.
A mother has lost her child is such tragic circumstances. She is grieving the most unimaginable grief only to be contacted by someone claiming the child is "still alive". Why? What is the benefit?
Some sick, twisted individuals have been lighting fires that have claimed lives and homes in the hundreds. The cost of life is unmeasureable. But this alone isn't enough, the looters and profiteers and scammers and scum start to prey on the goodwill of others. Is there no goodness left out there at all?
My Grace, who is a kind gentle soul, had a free dress day at school today. For a gold coin donation she could wear anything she wanted to school with the money raised going to the Victorian people affected by bushfire. She asks "Mummy, what good will my $1 do, that's not enough", so I try to explain to her that it's not just her $1, but its everybody's $1 that will make a difference to all the little boys and girls who have no toys or clothes or house or food. She asks "but what difference will all the dollars make if they don't have a Daddy anymore?" :(
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