Earlier this afternoon I came home from being a donor and playing a small part in a live kidney donor transplant.
On the same day there was life being given there was life being taken, life being given in Georgia, life being taken in Connecticut.
I have no way of understanding the depravity of man. I try but I can not understand what drives someone to such actions of terror and violence.
And though many lives were taken in minutes, and all at once, I have to cling to the belief that we change one life at a time, we bring hope to one person at a time.
Does it ever balance out? Tonight, I have no idea.
I am at home and I am at rest.
However, my heart is heavy because we lock ourselves in at night and say “thank God that did not affect my little world.”
But it did.
It simply did.
Though I can not understand it and though no words will comfort those who feel such loss, those who are gone. The first graders, the six and seven year old children, they are at home, and at rest.