Even Helicopters have to land sometimes.

When my brother served in the army in Vietnam, I would watch the news and see people being airlifted out of dangerous areas by helicopters. I remember one helicopter pilot mentioning in an interview how difficult it was for him when he had to leave some behind because the aircraft could not handle the extra weight. He felt guilty that he could not save them all. Years ago my friend Cheril told me that I was a helicopter. I have the tendency to hover and rescue. There are probably millions of people out there who are helicopters as well. We want to rescue those around us. I have learned over the years that it is not possible or wise to save everyone. Some people just do not want to be rescued and some are way beyond my ability to help them. Others might be better off finding their own way out of the jungle. I can't however get over this feeling of guilt that perhaps if I had done this or that or the other, all would have turned out well.
I have finally in my "advancing" years learned that even helicopters have to take time out and refuel before going on the next rescue trip. I suppose that some might even have to be retired to the hanger. I am not ready to retire and give up, but will try to be wiser and more selective as to how to spend my fuel. I will also try to stop blaming myself for other peoples failures and shortcomings. Ben keeps telling me to "Stop trying to Mother the whole world" O.K. I will try to stop.