This morning, the first thing I was hit with was a news report about a woman who drove her van into the ocean, trying to kill her kids. I assume she was also trying to kill herself, but the news report did not say that. And the saddest part about this report was that it didn’t surprise me. Before anyone gets all up in arms about the kids, everyone survived thanks to some good human beings who put their own lives at risk and saved the three kids. They waded into the sea and pulled the kids out of the van. They deserve a lot of credit and praise. While I may not want kids of my own, I don’t want them killed.
I do not want to go into the fact that the mother was pulled over and even the cops were a little suspicious of her behavior. They had no good cause to pull her over. They even followed her for a brief time after the stop, but they had no real reason to distrust her, except for their guts. Now, they probably should have gone with their guts, but I will not fault the cops in this case. And now people are questioning if she is insane or not. I don’t even understand why this is a question. Of course she is crazy, she tried to kill her kids. Duh.
But again, the saddest part is that this news was not a shock to me. This type of news is now so common that I am desensitized to it. And the same goes for mass suicides and school shootings. The news is no longer new, it’s so frequent, it happens so often that there is no shock value anymore. I do feel for the people involved, but I just move on to the next news story.
And that is just sad. That says more about me than the news.