This week I spent time on the phone with a lonely, heart broken person facing enormous loss from behind bars due to consquences for choices made when those consequences were not being considered. I write a note, I send token gifts to comfort, I make arrangements to visit. I feel sad. I feel no responsibility for either the choices or the consequences, but I do understand that I can aid in softening the crushing blow. So I try. I comfort. I console. I care.
On the other side of the fence, which is definitely not greener, someone I am distantly (but not far enough) related to through marriage (and certainly not my own marriage) committed a horrific act this week that resulted in a huge violation of my privacy, my comfort and my peace. There is no sympathy from me. No empathy. If I let myself go there I would admit I want this person
Gaining peace at what cost?