A Hero Has Arrived

I thought this was an appropriate way to wrap up the week. To Haiti, some can go there and help hands-on while most of us can not. The rest of us can play some part, donating as we are able toward what is needed for those desperate and dying as we speak.

Some can do a lot, others of us not so much; but whatever the contribution, the meaningfulness of it must not be underestimated. We are helping to save and restore lives, heroes as much as the next guy, and should be proud being part of a global alliance come together to take care of the most needy at this time.

Even the wackadoodles chipping in deserve kudos for that; I'm guessing that Pat 'Haiti-made-a-pact-with-the-devil' Robertson is in all likelihood doing his deal. So here's to all of us, I suppose, giving to make a difference, Nyoy Volante's A Hero Has Arrived.

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