what is my job

Politicians keep saying that they know people are "frustrated." If they really understood, however, they wouldn't use that word. Frustrated is waiting on line for a film; it's a slow-moving train. The feelings here go much deeper. People aren't "frustrated." They are dead. They are dying; the scales have fallen from their eyes. I remember what Dr. Tectonidis told me in Niger, about the mothers in the intensive card ward. "They don't want your sympathy," he said, "they want you to do your job."

- Anderson Copper, Dispatches from the edge. 

What is my job here and now in the no-hope country and no-hope community?