After a very insane week, this post over at Karen‘s made me pause, made me reflect, made me think.

“There but for the grace of…” keeps going through my head like an endless loop.
If we had been born in a different place, and within a different religion, it could be my daughter being stoned to death–for the unforgivable sin of being young, female, and in love.

If we had been born in a different place, and within a different set of social and religious mores, it could be my son who may have felt it necessary to avenge the family honor by taking his sister’s life.

There are all sort of horrors in the world.

After this truly insane week, as sad as it is, I needed to read that post.

You should, too.