David's Daily, Day Journal Of A Freelance Reporter, "Signs Of Hope" (tags)
I spent the latter half of the week, in a numbed state of anger, fear, uncertainty and a compelling urge to get involved, get active, and try and put my slim, frail shoulders to the wheel of a stuck wagon, mired in sinking in mud, in the hopes that my meager efforts might somehow help all we face today. I am sure, nearly all other Americans, and indeed, even international citizens, feel exactly the same way, or nearly the same way, these past few days.