I can watch/listen to the news for days on end, hearing about tragedies. 700 people trampled to death, cop shot, gunman goes into a church and kills innocent people....
Of course, I feel a sense of sadness whenever I hear of these things...
But...this evening, the skies opened up and dumped torrential rains over my home and I rush out into the sun room to close the windows.
I rolled one of the windows over a baby gecko by accident; killing it...and I call my husband bawling my eyes out.
What's the matter with me?
Of course, I feel a sense of sadness whenever I hear of these things...
But...this evening, the skies opened up and dumped torrential rains over my home and I rush out into the sun room to close the windows.
I rolled one of the windows over a baby gecko by accident; killing it...and I call my husband bawling my eyes out.
What's the matter with me?