It's Friday, rushing around getting my work done for the weekends, meanwhile constant updates of what is happening in Conneticut. By now you know the scenario, 20 year old man shooting up an elementary school, killing adults and children. Sound bytes from 7 year olds saying, they are happy to be alive. Happy to be alive. When I was 7, my world revolved around barbies, animals, friends and family. The thought of such evil never even came into my world. Trying to concentrate and do my work, while parents and families are receiving the news that their loved ones won't be coming home today, tomorrow or for Christmas. You'd think we start to get use to this. Another random shooting, more innocent victims, more sadness...if anything it seems to be getting harder. Harder to watch the look of confusion, numbness and pain on these people as we stick microphones and cameras in their face and ask them how they feel. Meanwhile a 7 year old boy sums it up with, "happy to be alive." We all should feel the same way today. Happy to be alive.





