It begins tentatively. A polite hug by strangers thrown into a
horrific, tumultuous situation by a roll of the dice of the fates.
In seconds it becomes real — arms holding each other tight. Emotions draining. Tears flowing. I mutter the only words I can find at the moment. “I am so sorry.”
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In seconds it becomes real — arms holding each other tight. Emotions draining. Tears flowing. I mutter the only words I can find at the moment. “I am so sorry.”
http://www.bdtonline.com/opinion/columns/no-righting-the-wrong-when-there-s-no-justice-for/article_2f575066-7755-5d29-82b7-037fa24b2d77.html