Christchurch Quake, a friend is there.

The morning will have dawned just as wretched for those that were able to capture some sleep after a terrible day. But that friend will still be there today and for more to come, the friend that might be any age, any sex, any culture, that helping out friend who transcends all things to make us one. He or she who often is left forgotten behind another life where all things are ordered, all social positions set and lines drawn. The friend works busily among the disorder, works to help uncaring of all things but human kind. The friend is you, us, reaching to clear the rubble, lend a hand pushing off the broken wood and stone, making tea, hugging the crying. He and she are the friend we all are to others when we know the friend inside ourselves.