While I am actually born & raised in New Jersey, I can also see a bit of myself in the weary woman & child
in Darfur in the picture just below the compass. I'm eager to find a bit of myself in the aging man in the
upper right corner, the woman clinging to the American flag for warmth, and the little girl whose image
comes up if you do a google image search for the word innocence.
My plea for compassion may be just a bit selfish as I know that there is not actually enough compassion in
the world for the faces on this print out.
In his Nobel Peace Price Acceptance Speech, Elie Wiesel writes:
"There is so much to be done, there is so much that can be done. One person â€“ a Raoul Wallenberg, an
Albert Schweitzer, a Martin Luther King Jr. â€“ one person of integrity can make a difference, a
difference of life and death. As long as one dissident is in prison, our freedom will not be true. As long as
one child is hungry, our life will be filled with anguish and shame. What all these victims need above all is
to know that they are not alone; that we are not forgetting them, that while their freedom depends on ours,
the quality of our freedom depends on theirs.
Our lives no longer belong to us alone; they belong to all those who need us desperately."
If each of us is a fist, gradually releasing grains of sand. And if compassion is but one of the many grains
of sand in our fist, let us all pray to God â€“ that we never lose, never sell, never forget, never overlook,
never sacrifice, & never surrender that last grain of compassion. So that one day, some 70 year old Jewish
Man on a train out of Manhattan looks to some 20 year old Black Man sitting beside him; and instead of
â€œWhy does the world hate the Jews and the Blacks?â€�
â€œHow did such a world become so full of compassion?â€�