Life is a mystery…a puzzle to be solved by not even the most extraordinary or world-renowned geniuses.
Life is both a blessing and a curse.
In life we experience it all: the beautiful relationships, wondrous nature, wholesome cheerfulness.
Yet, as with all things, the bad and the good walk hand in hand.
Life is not life without the hardships, the sorrow, the deep regrets.
I was once told that life is 90% bad and 10% good.
The key to living is to hold on to that ten no matter what.

That’s a well and fine theory, but it can only go so far.
What do we do when the 90% is so overwhelmingly painful that we no longer believe in a 10%.
What then?
What do we do when the harsh cruelties of that 90 cause the painful suffering of an innocent.
An innocent!
One so pure and untouched.
Saved…yes…from the inconceivable corruption of this day and age…but cheated as well…cheated out of the opportunity to touch as all.
Touch us with her beauty…her personality…her inner charm.
Cheated out of the chance to feel the warmth of the sun…see the dawning of a new day…smell the sweet perfume of a garden of roses…taste the ripeness of a fruit freshly picked….

When such an evil is allowed to happen, what must we do?
Will we be asked to simply forget?
That’s not even a possibility.
A loss such as this touches each of us.
Each of us is connected…a circle never broken.
With this awful occurrence, the circle is torn but yet unbroken.
Every part of the circle feels the loss…we become aware of the emptiness…the lonely spot where another life should have been added to the ever growing circle.
With the loss we are weakened…we hurt…we hold on to one another…we share the pain and sorrow…we cry…we weep…we mourn…we love…