When The World Hurts

I have an image in my head.  It's stuck there, because someone posted it on the internet, and it ended up in my facebook timeline and I saw it.  I wish I could unsee it.  It is SO sad, so heartbreaking. 

The picture shows a baby doll, laying beside a foil blanket, under which lies a poor innocent child who was run down and killed.  Killed by some asshole person who thinks, well, who the hell knows what he thinks.  He killed, 84 I believe is the number now, innocent people, including many children in Nice, France.  He drove his truck through a crowd of people, people who were celebrating, having fun, laughing.  Then, it turned to screams, fear, terror, gunshots.   They killed him dead.   I'm so glad they shot that bastard dead.

But I can't unsee that picture.


I can't stop thinking about that picture.

I can't stop thinking about the sadness, the anger, the fear, the terror.  WHY did this happen?  Why do bad, horrible things continue to happen. 

I hate it.  I hate that the world is a scary place.  I hate that NO WHERE is safe.  Not one place is safe.  This was a tourist area.   A place for fun, for making memories, for joyous laughter, smiles and love.

We need the love.

I try though to remember a quote I read online one day...

"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping." — Mister Rogers

I am a helper. 

My coworkers are helpers, my friends are helpers.  For 17  years I have been a helper.    Let's all be helpers and let's make this world a better place.