Perspective

All my troubles don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy mixed up world. Still, they are my troubles so they are closer to me and in my way. The larger community, however, has a wound beyond comprehension, beyond death. A wound that will linger. Irrational sudden traumatic group death over the course of hours is not anything I ever want to imagine. The news is blaring with reality and I am torn between avoiding and going out to do something. The internet is buzzing. I joined a support group on Facebook and we shall see. Sigh.