I was going to write this evening on what I learned from reading Dinesh D’Souza’s America Imagine a World Without Her.   It won’t be a book report, just my opinion of where we could be headed as a nation, our children’s future.  However, I am having a difficult time focusing on the message I want to present; I’ll save it for another evening.

I was checking and reading blogs during lunch today, when I came across a very graphic photo, one that bothered me throughout the day, and still lingers.   It was a young boy from Gaza, I would guess around 2 years of age.  He was laid on a blanket, dead.  I won’t describe anymore, it was obviously very gruesome, so much so after I studied it for a moment I flipped the screen so no one else could view.  I had just stared for a couple of moments at this image of what was someones baby, wondering what the family was going through.   I have no idea, I couldn’t possibly, I don’t know that I can even imagine. All I could think of was my grandchildren.

It doesn’t matter who this child was, he was Palestinian by birth, he could have been Israeli, or Mexican, Russian or American.  It doesn’t matter.  He died senselessly.  I know its war, many die senselessly.

I don’t want to hear all the political crap right now about who is right or wrong or even why.   I’ve heard it all or most.     It doesn’t matter……..he was someones baby.