Those who are sick, either in body or in mind, are my concern. They should concern all of us. Looking away when they reach out and say "please help," is the sign of a society that doesn't deserve to be "great again," and which quite possibly never really was.
THE MASSACRE of children is the low hanging fruit of outrage. Pictures of babies struggling for air, not understanding why halting breaths will be their last before seeing the face of God, bring easy rage. The sight of a father cradling his dying daughter with an otherworldly expression - as if he were already with her in heaven - brings us to our knees. The film of bombs crashing down upon the heads of first responders makes our own heads explode with equal potency.
I was sitting at the immigration office this week with a client, fuming because the officer was taking what seemed like hours to fill out one form, stamp it and send us on our way. First World problems are my specialty, including worrying about not being able to find a good latte, missing the SEPTA bus and running out of my favorite brand of shampoo.
I KNOW an 8-year-old boy who likes all sorts of reptiles. He has a particular affection for bearded dragons, of which he has three named, much to their displeasure, Bernie, Hercules and Skitters. He also has a large collection of stuffed serpents of all c
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