The Muslem extremists are beheading innocent people; we lost a lovely calf whose death we could have prevented; and I heard the saddest thing from a friend at work this week:
About four years ago, the church I attended was shocked and shamed when a deacon (also a member of the band and choir) who was a schoolteacher in a public school was found to be having relations with a sixteen-year-old female student. He was sent to prison, where he remains, I believe. Had this happened across the line in Kansas, he would not have been imprisoned. His wife divorced him and remarried. Now for the saddest part: Sunday, Father's Day, his seventeen-year-old son committed suicide. Every time I think about this, it makes me so sad. The boy was in a Christmas play with my grandson, years ago, and had all his lines memorized by the first practice... and said them with feeling. Now he's gone.