Bit of a funk tonight. It’s what I read in the news this morning. Good things happened today; happy things happened; and something very beautiful (in nature) happened — but the funk returned.
It’s Wednesday, the day when we must keep on fighting to get over the rest of the “hump” of this week, or of these times. Our hump being the alignment of advancing Islam with growing Global Rule . . . .
So here’s what I read this morning:
A lady, just like me, just about my age.
She’s a tourist, just like I am sometimes.
She was alone, by herself, far from home, as I am sometimes.
Stopped off to see an interesting building in a suburb, just like I’ve done at times. Sometimes I choose a hotel in a nice suburb off an expressway. A nice suburb.
The interesting building was known for its graffiti, which we now call “art work.” So she took her camera out . . . Just like I do sometimes.
She was busy taking pictures, probably intent on choosing the right angle, the right composition, the best lighting. Just as I like to do.
And someone came up from behind her and stabbed her several times in the back and neck – he got her carotid artery. She died – just about right away.
The attacker was a man who had recently come into that country – as a “refugee.”
She was an American in Paris, in a nice suburb in Paris.
Could have been like any other American woman you know. Don’t think you can tell your Mom to stay home and be safe, not if she wants to travel. Or your sister. Or your daughter.
This woman was probably a nice, ordinary lady , and now she is no more.
The attacker has been arrested; but the story is not over: there are millions more to take his place.
Oh. Would you like a picture? Here’s one that connects me with that American lady in Paris. It’s a sign that is not too far from my home.
(misspelling in the picture not mine.)
About an hour and a half away from my home.
I’m thinking, I don’t even have to be a tourist.