I’ve been trying to think of some sort of appropriate response to yesterday’s atrocities in Virginia. I can’t though, and I suppose the reason is because even though it sickens me as a human being, and even though my heart goes out to every single family member and every single friend of every single person involved, and even though the incessant coverage of the event has made my cry and shake with rage more than once—in spite of all of that—what happened there can only really touch me in the most superficial of ways. It is not my tragedy. Not in any meaningful, personal way. All I have to offer is this.
Please. Go home and hug your children. Or your wife or your husband or roommate or sibling. Hug your friend, or cat. Tell them that you love them. Recognize the beauty you have in your life, and the frailty of it. Just for a minute.