Tuesday, December 17, 2013

The Horror of it All

This is a bit of a departure...

Breaking down in tears in my workplace cafeteria is not something I expect to happen.

Then I saw this photo is today's Wall Street Journal.

Something about this hit me remarkably hard, like a sucker punch from the World.  I'm not pretending that senseless, brutal, accidental, and random things don't happen daily, they happen all the time, this one just hit me and hit me hard.

Maybe it's the look of anguish on the man's face.

Maybe it's the limp and bloody figure he's carrying - extinguished out far too soon.

Maybe it's the feeling of helplessness as I sit comfortably at my office computer.

More than anything, I think, it's a feeling of utter despair - whether or not the photo is of a father-and-son, I place myself in a scene where I carry my son's limp and lifeless body and I wonder if I could go on.  It's not a good thought to sit with, and I am happy that it will pass and fortunate that, for now, I am not in a situation where I fear for my family's safety.

I'm not pretending to judge who is right and who is wrong in the Syrian conflict. What I know is that this image is one in a long line of images, some physical, some mental, dating back to time immemorial, of the cruelty mankind can inflict upon others.

But, mankind can be thoughtful, caring, empathetic, and loving too - I need to remember that.

Now, back to my life - changed in some way that I certainly do not recognize.

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