When a giant oil slick messes up your vacation...

OK, so I've watched the news coverage of the massive oil spill pretty much daily.  I've had my mind boggled by the almost incomprehensible amount of oil that is gushing into the Gulf of Mexico.  I've seen footage of animals covered in oil with workers frantically trying to clean them off.

But sadly, all of this did not begin to sink in until now.  We are planning to leave for our annual Florida beach vacation on June 12, but it has now become a not so sure thing.  I have pouted all day about the possibility of missing out on a week in the white sand of Okaloosa Island.  But, I finally sat down and thought and prayed about it and realized that my beach vacation, although important to me, is really so very unimportant.  My heart aches for the families whose living is based on fishing, tourism, or any job adversly affected. 

I feel such frustration over a spill that continues to gush, but I don't know who to direct my frustration towards.  Should I be mad at BP for not being careful enough and having an accident?  Should I be mad at the government for not allowing drilling in shallower waters or for its seeming failure to everything necessary to protect the shorelines?

I don't know. 

But, I do know that our coastlines are worth any resources it might take to save them. 

Because even if it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, I want more of this...