Tragedy does not discriminate when she comes knocking and for a moment we are reminded that there is something strongly mutual in the experience of being human. And I like to think that over in the corner in one of those rigid plastic seats sits a God who also knows how it feels to wait and to wonder. And that maybe that God is the first one to hand us the pack of crackers from the vending machine saying "close your eyes for a while, I'll be right here". Pt2