This night an Earthquake 6.2 Richter happened close to Rome, close to where my family lives.
My relatives are ok, but there’s going to be several dozens, maybe few hundreds of casualties (EDIT: 24h later casualties are 247 and counting…). Plus, amazing places – like Amatrice, famous for pasta all’Amatriciana – are almost completely gone. Destroyed.
In this very moment my feelings are with the families who are suffering for a loss, but my body is at work on a sunny Wednesday, where everything else would make sense but working.
If I were already FI, I’d drop everything and go to offer my strong hands to help out on site. I’d sleep in a tent and get dirty to try to save a kid under the rubble. I’d hug old people crying and try to do my best to comfort them.
But I’m not doing it, ’cause I gotta go to work.
Another reason to speed the process up. Another reason to not go out for dinner tonight.