(EXTRA!) The kids in Cambodia...

I've never done more than use the Title section of my posts - that was the intention when I created this site more than a year ago. But I have something to say about this particular title:

You know, I'm sorry I even mentioned this article here. I started this site because I wanted a very mindless, very non-vulnerable, very non-serious blog for awhile. This article was the opposite. Reading more of the details this morning made me simultaneously want to throw up and punch my screen. I am beginning to totally feel the statement 'I don't watch (read) the news anymore because it's just full of negativity'. On the one hand, I don't want to ignore what's going on in the world - that's reality. On the other hand, I HATE - nay, *DESPISE* - the fact that these things happen, whatever 'these things' are. A two-year-old little precious baby boy. Shot in THE HEAD. Because he was CRYING TOO MUCH.

Um, huh?

I can't believe the TWO-YEAR-OLD WAS CRYING WHEN SIX MEN ENTERED HIS SCHOOL WITH SHOTGUNS, SCREAMING AT EVERYONE AND THREATENING TO SHOOT THEM.

My chest feels heavy.

I have two children. They're my purpose. It's easier - fulfilling, even - to get up and live each day. To carry out seemingly mundane responsibilities that, at one point in my life, I wanted to forget. Reading about somebody else's child and this kind of horror makes me panic, breathe heavy, want to throw up. I think it's called empathy. That's my gift. And mostly it just hurts.