If you love me, love El Salvador

The rains in El Salvador have fallen, and with them roads, and bridges, roofs and walls; fathers, mothers, and children. The need is beyond any i've known with my two literal eyes, or hands, while photographs seem misplaced, as creativity at their expense is beyond my maturity to portray with pure motives.

If you love me, love El Salvador. Pray for fathers without homes or jobs, mothers without food, and children without blankets. And pray for east africa and palestine; and much of the world, who were without food and homes long before we had a rainstorm and a story to bolster my heroics.

I want you with me;

i need godliness and family;

selflessness and charity,

direction and clarity.