This morning I was engrossed in the news of the day.  Of course I am still a dinosaur and love having an actual piece of newprint in my hands as I read.  I know I should work on getting used to the online news but it's hard for dinosaurs to adapt.  I should ask the croc or the gila monster how they did it.  They probably were the first to quit licking rocks for nurishment or somesuch.

As I read, I was reading one disturbing story after another. ( And no, it wasn't the "where are they now" on Bob Tilton that disturbed me, although I did get a giggle when they described him now as " lowering his evangicoff!" ) No, there was this story.  And this one.  And this one.  I had a conscious thought that, wow, I must have a heart of stone because I'm not surprised, grossed out, distrubed or even chilled by these accounts.  My emotions were more apathetic than I thought.  Until I read this. 

Reading about how Melanie Goodwin's parents embraced the mother of the son who help Melanie's killer got to me. How they had worked to reconcile in love with the grief and pain of losing children just really got to me.  What an example.  Humility and love and forgiveness.  We should all live so well.

"I come to give life and give it in abundance." 

Bob Tilton has no idea what that means.  The Goodwins do.