So I flew back to NY a few days ago. Jamaica was so much fun and is soo beautiful. But I started thinking about the people on the mh17 flight yesterday and the children in Gaza and I started to sob. Why? Because I couldn’t help but picture all the innocent people and children losing their lives. I was thinking, “just yesterday I was on a plane” and how I would feel if it started to rapidly fall from the sky, and I began bleeding heavily from gun shot/missile wounds. I can’t even imagine what it would feel like as a young child. Bombs going off everywhere, life ending all around you, not knowing where to turn, having no where to turn. My heart goes out to them. To all the innocents whose blood is being shed. Wherever you may be. To all those who have lost loved ones in the most undesirable ways. And especially to the children who never had a chance to really live life, enjoy life, who never got to grow up. Rest in peace little darlings. I mourn for you. You will be in my prayers. Pray for mh17. Pray for Gaza. Pray for the world.
The best teachers are those who show you where to look, but don’t tell you what to seeAlexandra K. Trenfor