I have been distracted the last 24 hours or so with my beautiful nieces. But I will be honest I have felt a but guilty blogging about whatever this week while all the heartbreak is going on in Queensland. I have a soft spot for Queensland. My family moved up there in 1999 and I finished high school there and did uni in Brisbane. I love Brisbane. Every time I go back for a visit I have a twinge in my heart because of the good memories, the friends I met, the people I miss. And wish I could visit more often, or heck maybe even move back one day.
It feels weird feeling powerless to do anything. We were there while the waters were rising and now we are on the way home to Adelaide and feel like we can't do anything. I feel like the kid that's gone to the toilet after tea...when they are supposed to be doing the dishes...but this time I feel guilty about it. You know what I mean?
And when you hear stories like Jordan you want to do something to help.
To all the people doing their bit, helping by making a toy for a little kid, or raising money in their special way, or doing someone's washing cheers to you. For the people who are helping their neighbour...in some cases complete strangers I tip my hat to you.