Ever been at the wrong place at the right time? Sure. We all have. Time is a real b-word that way. If only you had been a few minutes earlier or later . . .
Life is fragile. That’s true, and the seconds, and minutes that we live it by seem small and insignificant, but they really aren’t. In fact, one or two minutes can mean the difference between life and death.
Something terrible happened in Omaha in August of 2013. Supposedly, there was a serial killer loose. I say supposedly because no one knew at the time what was going on. The statement turned out to be correct though. There was a serial killer loose, let loose into the public by a system that is intended to protect it. I’m not going to get in to all of that nor mention the perpetrators name here. It all can easily be looked up online.
The bottom line is this: four people were needlessly killed, including a young mother. Randomness is cruel. So is timing.
What about their survivors – their families? It must hurt immensely, the crime within the crime. And then there are the continued headlines that keep the crime alive, not that it can ever really be over for them. Nor can it be over for too many others who are the survivors of the millions of similar true stories that exist.
When something like this happens, it makes you think more, appreciate more and fear more. Unfortunately, something like this happens somewhere every day.