More on my sis and the snake

Someone commented on my post the other day:

I read this posting early AM and I've been reflecting on it all day. Isn't this more about moving the woman/children, than removing the snake? My heart was so moved by the generous gift of food given her, but the whole thing is so much more sad/complicated than getting rid of the snake... and here I am... making comments like I know everything... IH

IH is right; this is so much more sad/complicated than getting rid of the snake. I've been thinking a lot about it too.

I cannot imagine being so completely powerless, so without recourse or resource, so abandoned.

If I had a cobra sunning itself on the front steps, I could pick up the phone and call one of probably 20 different friends or relatives who would drop everything to be here in 5 minutes with a hunting rifle. In addition, there's a government agency that disposes of cougars, so they'd probably show up for cobras as well, and I could call a pest-control place and pay them whatever it took.

So, even though there's nothing much I could do personally, there's a whole network of people who would help me out.

Then there's the whole other matter of having adequate housing, food, education, and medical care.

Some time ago, Becky put out a request for donations for medicine for these widows and children, and got way more money than she'll need for meds. So she's looking into starting a micro-enterprise to help these women be self-supporting. The best solution would be to change people's hearts so they'd look after widows, but since that's not within our power, I think the best we can do in this case is to make a way for this widow and others to support themselves.

If you have advice for Becky, send it to me. She feels very green at this.

Quote of the Day:
"In my opinion, casseroles increase their value by decreasing their peas. There's an inverse relationship there."
--Emily, who applies math to everyday life