“I didn’t make this world,” I tell myself

^{I tell myself: ” I didn’t make this world I just try to cope with it”–when I wonder why I have dealings with evil companies, whether I’m filling my tank or working for The Mouse; and it’s when out of SHEER COWARDICE I turn off a NPR show about children dying of diarrhea by the millions overseas, because I can’t deal with how I’m doing nothing to help except giving a little $ to Unicef or something now and then. I feel like I’m walking by an abandoned, injured child on a sidewalk and doing nothing.}