I have been known to cry during Pedigree commercials when the shelter dogs talk to us from behind bars about how confused they are by their homeless state. The scandalous treatment of our veterans at Walter Reed touched me deeply. Abu Gharib almost literally broke my heart. I donated diapers and baby bottles and money to Katrina Relief because I had to do something to help or I'd go nuts. 9/11 crosses my mind in one form or another every day. I still mourn the little boy in this photo, Yummy Sandifer, who back in 1994 committed a gang murder and then, within weeks, was shot in the head in another gang murder … and he was only 9 years old.Yet while I have read the coverage of the Virginia Tech Massacre, I remain unmoved.
Has this old heart of mine been broken by world events so often that now it's just cold and numb? Or is there something wrong with me?
