I was reading the local paper the other day, the articles about the earthquake in China and the typhoon in Mylasia.
It struck me that in the last two weeks, over 150,000 men, women and children suddenly had their lives taken from them.
And how many countless more, have had their everyday, normal existence, totally shattered? How many will never lead the same life, ever again?
What really struck me tho', was under a photography of a long line of hungry women and children, waiting for a handful of rice and some water to drink, was an advert for a local restaurant, touting their all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast.
Tens of thousands of people die, millions more never get back the things that made them who they are, the comforts you and I take for granted---yet, our lives go on, same as always. We order our pancakes, pour on the syrup, read the newspaper and shake our heads, "Tsk-tsk, what a shame."
CORRECTION:
A Mr. Smith very kindly took the time to correct me on where the cyclone took place. I can't afford to get regular newspapers as a rule, and have no tele or internet, so it's hard for me to keep abreast of what's going on in the outside world, except when co-worker's lend me their papers or discuss stuff. I only saw the one article a few days ago, and my mind got a bit confused as to the facts. Sorry, and no offense intended.
The Cyclone wasn't in Malaysia, it was in what you should call Myanmar.