Oh god. Whenever these dramas surface I try with all of my might to resist the temptation to indulge in yet another news story about a missing white girl. But here we are again, a missing white girl lost at sea. I guess what amazes me about the story is that Abby Sunderland was trying to make history. But as a mother of a girl I say history can wait, sugar plum. Don’t be in such a hurry to hit your highest goal. You could drip battery acid into my eyeballs for an extended period and make me chew on glass before I’d let my daughter go on such an escapade. I’m not judging the parents. I’m not saying they should be brought up on child abuse charges; we all know they will have suffered enough. They will have to live with this for the rest of their lives should she turn up dead or missing.
I heard a saying the other day for the first time, and I feel sure it’s been around a long while, “there is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole.” And it is dead on the money. God is there for desperate pleas when there is nothing left. Those primal screams fall on deaf ears, as it seems impossible to me that any God would pick and choose who gets to live or die at the hands of such a monumental mistake, or tragic accident, or horrific crime.
Hoping she is floating on a raft somewhere and headed for dry land. I send out a little Joni Mitchell.
I spend way too much thinking about me.
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