The young toddler being run over by two trucks in China without anyone helping, a teenager committing suicide in Ottawa after being bullied for being different and the killing of Gadhafi have troubled me in the past few days that I could not write clearly. These three are very different in nature, yet, somehow, I cannot dissociate one from another.
The first one was all about the people’s indifference to the terrible suffering of a two year old. The truck driver who turned himself in later explained that he was hoping that the girl would die because the compensation he would pay would be less than if she lived. Many who saw her in such a terrible state ignored her and continued in their daily activities. The naked indifference froze me totally.
In the second case, the teenager did not want to endure the suffering any longer. This incident hit me hard because not too long ago I did a service for a teenager who committed suicide for much the same reason. It still hurts me deeply.
In Gadhafi’s case the rawness of vengeful killing, though justified in the minds of those who have been oppressed by him, left me sadder than ever.
I am still having hard time processing these three horrifying events. I need time to think and meditate before I gain enough courage to examine what these events mean to me.
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