The question that visited my son and may visit yours
There’s a question that runs like contagion
through schools and neighborhoods. The question came
to my sons and may have visited yours.
The question plagued me during my work as an ER
physician and internist. I’ve seen many innocent
people suffer, watched personally (at the bedside)
over 1,000 people die and then come home to a house
with children who that day saw only friends with full
stomachs and air-conditioned houses cluttered with
toys, to a wife who saw only friends with new cars and
stores with pretty sales people and un-scuffed
merchandise; come home to kiss them goodnight and then
lie in bed to feel the question "why?" creep
into the room and keep me awake while others slept.
But now, after coming home from a recent trip to
Mississippi and the aftermath of hurricane Katrina (
