For the last 4 years I have worked for charities. I've helped the aged, supported change for those suffering with autism and I'm currently working for an emergency aid organisation. I enjoy working for charities, I love that feeling of knowing I'm making a difference to somebodies life but I've never been the type to really sit and think about the causes I've helped to support. Until now. I read a blog post today, written by one of our field nurses. This post moved me to tears and it's not the first time I've felt emotional in my new role. This time it was different though. The surge of emotions I felt, I've not felt like that ever before. I felt anger that a person had to endure this horror. I felt sad for the loss to the family I was reading about. I felt proud of the medical staff who are working so hard across the world to make the smallest difference in these peoples lives and then I felt disgust; disgust towards all of us living ...