I checked in with friend of boxing Keith Sullivan, an attorney who does tons of pro bono work for organizations like the Theodore Atlas Foundation, and Ring 8, the veteran's boxers association, as well as the Boxing Writers Assocation of America. Sullivan grew up in the Rockaways, still calls it home, and like everyone there is in a state of shock at what Sandy did to that region.
I asked him to share what it looks like in the Rockaways. "Crushed," he told me. "War zone. No heat. Grown men and women begging for clothes and food on the corner. It's a third-world country setting. My super lets me sneak back into my condemned building to hunker down under many blankets. As of Monday, there are zero services. Zilch. None. The city, state and federal government are failing us."
It is at times like these that you realize that quite likely whatever it is you do or I do pales in comparison to real-world stuff. Stuff like people dying at the hands of a ferocious storm, or their houses being destroyed, or being left to fend for themselves without heat or water or food. In the richest nation in the world, with so many resources available, it seems like we should be able to do better.