It's what we hold to ourselves, a feeling that they are we. Sometimes that's a painful realization. We lost our collective innocence in Oklahoma, learning that our own sons, not some terrorist from a far off land, our own sons could carve out such a huge wound in our hearts. We sat at home and joined hands in mourning with people we've never met, through television, the healing box. There are echoes of Oklahoma here.
Distance is no shield.
Pictures and sound bounce off the sky and are immediately in our living rooms for us to share, to come together, at least in spirit, if not in person. In times like these, there is none. Finally, this evening, opportunism. There's nothing new about some people trying to take advantage of other people's tragedy. The Internet simply adds a new dimension to it.