Hey, did you know 39 people were blown up in Russia the other day?
I did. It was several headlines worthy, so I glanced over at least one article. But there's just so much going on there's no time to reflect. Until an image pierces through the fog of competing storylines.
About 5 years ago I had the same reaction to some photographs, snapshots accompanying news of death and misery. I was still numb from 9-11 and Beslan, so it was gonna take a lot to throw me after such brutality and heartbreak. Therefore, to be quite honest, a bomb going off in London or Baghdad didn't grip me.
Until I saw pictures of the ones who mourned.
I even got all Al-Gore-y and wrote a poem, if you can believe it. (It's called Anguish2, and it and one of the photos that brought it on are posted here, if you're really curious.)
But back to Russia. Never gave the recent bombing much of another thought, until I came across the following photo this morning at the Austin Capital Times.
And then I remembered. One death is a tragedy.
Blessings of comfort and peace to all who mourn.
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