I’m sure everyone heard about the horrific home invasion in Connecticut this week. Woman and two daughters (17, 11) dead, husband/father in hospital. I know horrendous crimes are reported every week, but I can’t get this one out of my mind. There were, in early news reports, mentions of sexual assault and torture. No matter what actually happened, these people went through unimaginable terror and pain in their home. While I was sleeping comfortably with a cool breeze through the window, this horror was taking place not all that far away, not that anywhere on earth is that far away when it comes to things like this.

I think sometimes, when it comes to the predatory evil ones among us, that we are all pretty much like schools of fish, or herds of antelope or any other kind of prey. In our numbers, we are safe; as individuals, some of us will be picked off by the sharks, the lions, the sociopathic murderers. In general, we are safe; in specific, we are not. It is cold comfort to contemplate that death is going to pounce on all of us when it will, and that few deaths are the quiet bedside scenes we get from movies.

These were my fellow humans who died in the shelter of their home at the hands of more of my fellow humans.
There is no shelter from the storm.