Good without god

It's only Tuesday and this week has already been insane.

One of our members, and now dear friend, of the local group I co-run with the husband has had some terrible luck (if you want to call it luck).

He was suddenly losing the roof he had grown fond of being over his head. Today was rainy and he trudged to a motel on the other side of town. He had lost his phone already and had only a day remaining with internet access, and it was a swift kick in the gut and an immediate knot in my throat when he told us he was taking his two beloved dogs to a shelter tomorrow so as to save them from his misfortune. The knot in my throat hung there tirelessly for the good part of a day and only dislodged enough to swallow once we were assured his furry companions were no longer in danger of losing him.

I've been sick over the helplessness of it all. But our amazing fellow heathens have offered their homes, their money and their time to help. He and his doggies now have a place to live thanks to the amazing people in the MCAA. It's a beautiful thing when humans are good to each other with no promise of gold palaces resting impossibly on fluffy clouds, nor virgins, nor immortality and without threats of fire and agony. Genuine altruism has soothed my knotted throat.

-ironkidd