There have been two mass shootings in the last twenty-four hours in our country, one in El Paso and the other in Dayton. We are the only country in the civilized world that has had more than 250 mass killings in 2019, with five months to go before the year winds down. When will it end?
At the same time, I’ve tried to concentrate on the small, gentle things that happened to me today as I learned of the national scene.
One, I swam for half an hour and it felt good. I swam with friends, and that felt good too. Two, my gladiolas continued to unfold, a sign of nature’s resilience. Three, my gardener friend, Mike, came by to admire our mutual handiwork over the summer. Four, my son brought an appetizer from a brewery for the first course of tonight’s dinner.
These are small wonders indeed when you’re reading about mass killings. I relish them because they are becoming fewer and fewer in our national mindscape.