You don't owe me anything. 

 

I owe you my best.

 

That thought entered my mind during the suckiest two weeks I've had in a long time.  As I pitied myself I realized that my family, friends, coworkers, strangers...they don't owe me anything.  My happiness doesn't come from you.  You can add to it.  But the root has to begin in me.

 

And then there are the people of Haiti.  Miraculous stories of survival continue to come out two weeks after the quake.  I fear though that as the rescue mission ends and recovery begins, the weight on the souls of Haitians will be mighty.  Pray for them.  I don't know what to tell you to pray for, but just pray.

 

So when I think to myself that I had a bad week...I mean, seriously?  I get to write songs, screenplays, stories, and make incredible websites for amazing people.  And while that is not at all fulfilling in the wake of a tragedy such as the earthquake in Haiti, it does give me perspective, and my heart aches for Haitians.  Haiti, you don't owe us anything.  But we owe you our best.