Good grief. People are suffering in Haiti, seeking safety on rooftops and struggling to feed themselves and I am complaining about writing a college paper. I can more than guarantee that they would give up their life in the poorest place in the Western Hemisphere to be where I am today — sitting here, looking at pictures of them on my laptop, safe, dry, and educated. Writing even a million college papers is a thousand times more preferable than their conditions. I could never grasp the feeling of living in a place where “More misery is an almost unfathomable thing.”

We are fortunate, friends.