Tonight my thoughts go out to those died in the earthquake

No words can come close to describe my profound saddness. My eyes welled up so many times from reading earthquake news. My heart ached so much when I came cross the picture of a PLA soldier holding a small baby girl whose mom sacrificed her life to save her.

These days I have been feeling both blissing and guilty while taking each step on the road, enjoying each breath of fresh air and going out to dine.

I feel guilty and desperate not being able to offer hands-on help to earthquake victims. I solute to those healthcare workers who push their endurance to limits to save people's llives as I am typing here at home. I wish I could be there. I had dreams about digging through rubbles, checking vital signs and pulses, and yelling on top of my lungs asking for a central line kit. I woke up in my bedroom, drenched. It was quiet and dark. Tears rolled down my cheek silently. I haven't donate any money yet. But I will once I decide on the right organization to give. It is the least I can do.


Never have I been so proud of being a Chinese.