A father runs a marathon. He is almost at the finish line.
His family is there by the finish line…by the sidewalk to cheer him. Because the father deserves it. After all, who else but his family to be there and be his best cheering squad?
And then the explosion.
His 8 year old son dies.
His 6 year old daughter loses a limb.
His wife is severely injured and requires brain surgery.
And at the very same moment, I was in my own world, complaining of my work and the usual rigmaroles associated with the the tax filing process, what with that day being the tax day.
Whoever was responsible for cutting that 8 year old boy’s life short and all of the above, was probably smiling somewhere, at that moment.
Surely, Humanity has its priorities twisted.