My life brings me into contact with wonderful people. Like when I lost my phone in Spain, and a bunch of people were helping in touching, sweet ways. Or when people worked into the night completely for free editing out the mistakes in my Ukrainian book. Even people in HR – the last group you’d suspect of excessive humanity – broke rules and put themselves on the line out of kindness. Or the Canadian COVID enforcer who broke down and removed the draconian rules when I told her my father was dying.
I keep finding that people are generally good and caring. I travel quite a bit, and everywhere I come across human goodness.
This is why I can’t comprehend, I just can’t comprehend how somebody – a person, supposedly, a human being made in the likeness, etc – aims a rocket at a children’s cancer hospital, and then another human being aims a rocket at a maternity ward, and another at a daycare, and another, and another, and another, and another. Not crazed savages but civilized people like us. And not a faraway cancer hospital or maternity ward but that of their closest neighbors they visited a million times who look like them and speak like them, and as God is my witness, I can’t understand it.
A small reminder that trying to make this post about yourself is not a manifestation of that human kindness I’m talking about.