The Good Guys

It has been a strange few days. All started with the earthquake on October 8, when the earth shook and trembled, and kept on shaking. Within a few minutes, after I had checked out the magnitude and location of the tremor, it was apparent that this was going to result in a lot of devastation. Unfortunately as the day progressed, and as the stories began pouring in, it seemed that it was going to be a lot worse than imagined.

Margalla Towers is located about a mile to the east of where we live, and became the focus of everyone's attention. It somehow became representative of the suffering and pain that the earthquake brought to our land of the pure.

I will not get into the obvious in this posting, it will definitely follow later, but here all I want to say is how overawed I am by the generosity shown by people. Within minutes of the earthquake, there were people out there, lending a helping hand to anyone and everyone. From trying to rescue people inside the collapsed building, to collecting things and putting them on trucks to send to effected areas.

I have been witness to acts of kindness, which have kindled hope in my most skeptical of hearts. Before the government machinery could move, there were people with supplies heading out to the mountains. There were people making human chains to remove debris from the collapsed building, to try and rescue the people trapped under. With their bare hands and most rudimentary of tools, these people, without giving their own safety a thought, dug through the rubble.

I don't know what drives these good guys. They called up their friends, collected money, food, clothing, bought things they thought were needed, arranged for transportation and went with the trucks to wherever they could find people to help.

I wish I could be more like them, all these good guys/gals, this kind of intrinsic goodness that is the epitome of humanity, this is where I wish all of us would get to. I am humbled. I have seen goodness from up close and I am in total awe.