Hello!
Do you remember the tsunami of 2004, off the coast of Indonesia?
For me it is a vague memory of a nightmare I saw on the news, on the TV- and until recently that was the extent of my knowledge of it.
230,000 - 280,000 is the estimated number of casualties and / or missing people since the Earthquake that was the longest measured quake since humans have been recording them. It was a magnitude of 9.1.
The vibrations from the massive quake actually shook our entire planet off its course by a fourth of an inch in the solar system.
Some people say “That was so long ago. They must be fine now.” And “We helped, we are done helping”.
Remember seeing photos of small children crying, covered in mud in the aftermath of the tsunami?
Remember seeing one riveting photo of an infant, sitting by itself, on a muddy porch of a home that had water rushing through its windows?
That baby, and those kids- and thousands more joined them in the saddest story I have ever heard. Those children grew up. That baby… is now in his 20’s.
The elderly people now were the only surviving adults, and the amount of parents who were washed away to sea far exceeds the number of kids who survived which means … those tiny boys and girls raised the babies. The ratio of children to adult were extreme, and the adults at the time handed together to work hard to find clean water and decent food and shelter after their lives were forever changed.
The earth opened up its mouth and with its tsunami tongue wiped out a portion of humanity.
Those adults who are now elderly worked tirelessly since then. Year after year feeding and clothing more than anyone could ever afford to in any country no matter how rich for most of those years.
The youth has grown strong from the traumatic lives they were forced into, however they still have never known the feeling of having “plenty”.
They spent their childhood cleaning up after the devastation, foraging for clean water to drink and suffering many illnesses that would be cured by simple modern medicines and medical care.
Many of the families are still there, and I am so lucky to have met some of them via #Steemit and the community here.
My friend, username @Nasrol and 
These Guys are honest. These guys have worked since they were very small to rebuild their communities and had no childhood at all, but they are happier now that they have found #Steemit as a viable resource to earn and grow with. They just deserve more. Much more.
I love to read some of their posts and I give full upvotes to their posts when they show much effort because I know they have limited resources and I enjoy contributing in the only way I can, with upvotes.
About Good Intentions and Unwelcome Scams
It feels like the planet has called me to set an example here in 
Anyone who have ever collected upvotes from multiple accounts in one thread of comments is a thief. If you steal from steemit users by accepting upvotes as two or more people, and you are only one person, than you are not welcome to do this type of deceitful trickery anymore. That is called stealing and it’s called exploitation and you should never ever ever do it again. I forgive all of the times it has happened, up until today- and any from today forward will not be treated as kindly in response.
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is genuine. He has not pretended to be anyone. He is himself. It is why I am sharing with him, regularly by upvoting his efforts here in Steemit.
Everyone - I say to you: PLEASE Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Don’t take advantage of the tiny gifts I am able to give in the form of upvotes. I intend them for people who try hard to engage in the conversation and from their 1 account only, and I don’t do it just because of the need for charity.
Why? Because I am in need of charity too. Most people need help some time. A large percentage of the world population is hungry, but I am not able to reach all people. I can help some though.
🦋 Bye luck or by fate, I have been given a gift of naivety which allows me to look at humans as potentially good people. I am not one who thinks all are bad at the core. I am not saying everyone is good and I am not saying people don’t exploit the optimism of kindness, I am saying that because I can see past the layers of desperation that comes only from hunger, I can see people, with beating hearts and incredible stories behind there words.
Guess what, the people of Indonesia, who I have grown to care for, are hard at work, trying in earnest, to write their history, and to write poetry in English, and to live and feed their families and… some of them are aging, and deserve a chance to rest.
My friend @Nasrol sent me a sweet poem he wrote, and in his native language it says:
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By @Nasrol
“Daun dan bunga meniup harum semerbak
Di ujung kutub di sana yang dingin
Aku berdiri di antara dunia, memberi senyum untuk kalian
Kau yang di sana seperti musim semi
Yang membelai lembut putik-putik kembang berwarna
Kata adalah bentuk dari hati yang lain
Yang kita persembahkan untuk orang-orang yang kita kasihi
Di ujung dunia aku berdiri
Mendaki perasaan yang dalam padamu
Lihat lah hati dan ketulusan dalam cinta
Bukan harga yang dapat di jual beli
Teruntuk kau yang di sana
Bagai bulan di langit yang terbelah—cahaya nya turun ke bumi
Hati kita juga begitu
Terbelah lembut tapa bersuara
Hanya wangi nya berlubang cinta, menjelma kasih dan sayang abadi
Dua ujung dunia yang jauh
Tempat kita di belah oleh badan
Antara dinding rindu yang melanda
Antara dinding hati yang mengetuk dinding nya
Kapan kita saling bersentuhan
Menggenggam jemari kamu menjadi kenyataan
Biar rindu padamu tak tak lagi tertahan
Mendidih dalam darah dan gairah
Berikan ciuman yang mesra kepada bulan di awan
Biar bibir kita menyatu di sana”
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Translated via 3 translator tools my interpretation of his poem is below in English.
Poem, Written By @Nasrol translated by @Lorilikes
The leaves and flowers are fragrant
Wind blowing on the top of the world
Even though alone I'm standing there, in the cold
I am on top of the world, so I smile.
You are there. A soft caress
A spring-colored flower
Words are another form of heart
These words offered to our loved ones
Even at the farthest end of the world
I stand.
With the feeling of climbing in the Sea.
My heart and my sincerity and my love, all priceless.
Then, you are there.
Like the Moon in the sky
Sending light down to our Earth,
Sending light into our broken hearts.
A soft voiced sweet scent, sent to mend us.
Only this is love.
Eternal love and affection
From the two ends of the world
Our thoughts somewhere in between the distance.
In between the wall of distance
Some aim and miss the target.
I Knock on the door
That’s leads to the heart
Locking hands
I am dreaming that this will come true
I don’t want to keep
Missing you,
It’s painful to my heated blood,
my soul somehow burns
Thinking, healing from a kiss from the moon
Such a gift like this
Might bind us to this dream.
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