My Anthem.

We were driving down the road towards town. I can't remember if we were heading there to shop or my mom was taking me to school. I was looking out the window when on the side of the road I saw a family stranded on the side of the road with a flat tire. I asked my mother if we could stop and help them out, but she said there wasn't anything that she could do for them. I began to cry. I empathized with them but there was nothing I could to help them, because I was nine years old.

I am a sympathetic person. The plights of others are a burden that often weigh heavily on me. More often than not I feel helpless at the sheer immensity of the project that needs to be undertaken in order to address seemingly simple troubles. I'm not a skeptic and I won't lose hope, but being a person that studies politics and looks at the macro- equation I try to mentally tackle the large picture that needs to be addressed behind small problems.

Someday I will be able to do something to address the precedence of pain/suffering/toil on a large scale. For now...I hope I can merely bring relief to those immediately affected by my life.

This is my anthem.