
Today I stopped by the Iraqi family's house. (Not sure if they really would want me to use their names...) It's been awhile. All summer to be exact. As usual she welcomed me with open arms (he wasn't home) and we talked while the kids played. It's always good conversation, why do I stay away so long?
Today she told me that her mom walked away from this scene 5 minutes before it happened. She avoided the car bomb that went off in Baghdad yesterday. A "bad day in Iraq" she called it. Over a hundred killed, hundreds injured. Her brother had two friends that died. And I was ashamed. Ashamed because I had no idea that this even happened. Even more ashamed that I probably read about it and just skimmed it because, let's face it- it's nothing new to the headlines.
My eyes are opened again. All this because of a relationship. It's what I need more of to cut out the fear and numbness . Relationship.