Saturday I was crying over a horse I never met. We all were – a lovely game full-of-heart filly, shot like an arrow to the finish line, just lengths behind one colt and miles ahead of the rest of them. We stood on our feet and cheered for that big-boned girl…and died inside when somehow beyond all of the worst imaginings her ankles shattered underneath her. I cried like a baby, just like so many of you.
Two days later, our news is reporting over 20,000 people dead in Myanmar. And I cannot cry. I cannot even imagine.
What is wrong with me?