Last week I was in the UK and met the shaken but resolute bus driver from the London bus bombing, George Psaradakis. He and his family were being honored at a union event, and looking at him and his kids made you cry. By the grace of god, he somehow not only survived, but managed to assist his passengers. "Just doing my job," he said. "Always trying to keep my passengers safe."
George was never slated for heroics or confronting terrorism. It was a stark reminder that we can get somewhat anesthetized when we read about yet another suicide bombing. And yet more and more children and parents are losing their lives.
Seeing George and his wife and two children made you remember that life is precious, just wars have human consequences, and unjust wars are crimes that stain our planet.