What is the point of that smile? That smile that we hold so bright and up to the sky. Without family, without that close knot of love. Where are we? No one can tell us that it is ok. No matter the cause, no matter the effect, we each have our own emotions and feelings from them. Each emotion that courses through our heart is as different as one river to the next. When that last cry for help is shouted and the only to answer is from those who you can only say "hello" to; then there might not be an end.

I have helped people. I have held those close to me while they cried and their rivers over flow their banks. But what can I say, what should I say? There are no words, no catchy sayings that fit life. Life is not a movie, life doesn't have a home in black room with seats and popcorn littered floors. As I scramble for any comforting words; I should be instead thinking, words are words, actions are actions, and emotions are themselves. The warmth of another soul putting up the sand bags in the torrent of rain. The soul that wades the waters to try and support the land surrounding the river.

What should I do as I hold them there or watch them, with those streams of tears on their face? As the sky darkens and the water continues it rise should I try my useless words and talk to the storm? I have watched them smile just after such things, as if nothing had happened. Yet I know when I say the "sorry" all I really am doing is consoling my feeling of uselessness. I know the waters have washed away more of the soil. I know that everything I have done was only for their smile again. But it's empty, just as the words that tried to halt the storm.

When will I be able to truly help them? I can't be sure. I only know there is always another time where the banks will rush and the rapids will come again. Whether or not I have found the means to support them, they will go on with that smile and laugh of a person we will never know.