Last night I woke up a little annoyed that my daughter, who was sleeping with me, twisted and turned so much that she pulled the covers away so that I wasn't completely covered by the sheet and comforter. I got up to rearrange the sheets and immediately thought about the hundreds of thousands Haitian people who didn't have a roof over their head or a sheet to rearrange. My mind changed. I immediately felt so grateful and thankful to have a bed, a home, a sheet. The little things aren't that important. Family is important. The love that sustains us is important.

I feel so bad for the Haitian people, the countless others from all Nationalities from all over the globe who are directly impacted by the earthquake in Haiti. I feel for the families that are almost complete except their adopted child is still in Haiti. I feel for all the new orphans, all the mothers who've lost their sons, their daughters, their husbands. I feel for the children who have lost their parents, husbands losing wive and wive husbands. I feel so deeply and then I change my thought because the sadness I feel makes me feel sadder. I'm sorry that there is suffering in the world. I'm sorry that it takes tragedy to show that we care for others. I know that that is when people need it most.

I want it to feel like Christmas time when it's not Christmas time. Tragedy is usually when that occurs. I like the NBC Making A Difference stories because it highlights people doing good throughout the year, not just Christmas. It's easy to be a good Christian at Christmas time. That high energy propels all of us to do good for others. It's hard to escape and not feel it. But, I want it to feel like Christmas in January, and February, and April.

I want peace on earth, that peacefull feeling when I walk outside and drive home and someone cuts me off or drive into my lane while I'm still in the same space they are trying to enter.