On the way home from dance class Wednesday, Michelle asked me why someone would use a bomb to hurt other people. It was simply beyond her comprehension.
The problem is, it’s beyond mine too. I can’t answer her question. It’s a tougher conversation than the birds and the bees.
These guys rob us. We can’t fly without worry. We can’t see the world without extreme caution. Our kids can’t go to school without fear. We can’t honestly reassure our children, because we aren’t certain it won’t happen to us.
I wonder if they’ve ever felt pain. I wonder if they can even imagine the agony they cause.
Maybe they have – maybe they can.
I just can’t imagine. I can’t fathom how you could intentionally cause that level of agony to your fellow-man.
I know how it feels to hurt, I mean really hurt. I would never wish that on anyone, ever. How do you intentionally, with premeditated thought, plant a bomb with the express purpose of injuring, even killing another human being? How do you walk into a school and shoot innocent kids you’ve never met before?
Maybe they do understand how it feels to lose someone you love. Maybe they want to pay the world back for their loss.
Nah – I don’t believe you can understand love at any level and commit this sort of terror.
I’d do nearly anything in my power to keep others from going through what I’ve been through. I just simply can’t understand how you could purposefully cause pain like that. I just don’t get it.
Why, why, why?