Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Too close to home

You never realize how bad things are until it hits too close to home.

Tonight I got a call from a friend.

"What's up?" I said with my usual good cheer.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," he began somberly. What he said next totally floored me.

The home of our former manager got broken into just this noon. The robbers stabbed the people inside, one of them our manager's 3-year old daughter and the other her 70-year old mother-in-law. Then they torched the house to cover their tracks.

Tomorrow it will be all over the news, the reporter feigning concern yet barely able to contain his callous glee.

It almost always looks unreal...

...until it hits too close to home.



Please pray for the souls of the departed. Keep safe.