It's not going to happen.
Pictures from the War in Kosovo keep running through my thoughts (like I can do anything
about that!), the Y2K problem, food shortages, riots... OY!... anything - EVERYTHING!
- is weighing down on me.
And the worst part is the feeling of complete helplessness. Here I am, lying in bed,
knowing that if I really needed to have to get up and DO anything, I wouldn't have
the strength to do it. I keep seeing these images of Albanian refugees fleeing their
homes in the middle of the night; escaping with their families, loaded into wobbly
old wagons - and there *I* am, one of the old, feeble ones in the wagon, too weak
to help my family...
Things feel like they are spinning out of control.
I desperately need to know that they are going to be okay.
I need something to hold onto. |