I'm not alone in my despair over what's happening in the world. The attacks in Paris last week have everyone riveted to their televisions and devices, and for as many questions as we have about the "whys" and "hows" of this tragedy and others like it, there are just as many differences in opinion about what to do with the "who."
I'm feeling particularly haunted by Chris Hondros tonight. Chris was an incredible photojournalist and I got to know him a bit when I was in Iraq. I love my family, my job and my colleagues and the little life that's been built around me and for me by thousands of hands, but I wonder, am I failing Chris?
Terrorism only ruins our optimism and hope if we do not look for the ways to respond to it in a meaningful way. Redirecting ourselves towards the inspirational, beneficial, and earnest ways of repairing the world is what one should do to counteract the implicit destruction that comes with these acts.
What is refreshingly different about the French compared to the Americans is their lack of the need to turn every occasion into a homecoming parade. They are so not Ra Ra! Part of it has to do with the sensible TV coverage. Part of it has to do with the fact that they are perhaps, for the most part, better educated.