Yesterday was one of those days when I was irritated to the core. Why? I was travelling by the local bus service when I saw a poster stuck inside the bus. It pertained to a child who went missing a few days ago. It contained the name, address, contact details, etc. of the child, as well as a photograph. Only the face of the child had been very carefully scratched out from it.
I couldn’t help but feel the pain the child’s parents would have felt, had they seen the poster. It would probably have felt like reaching a dead end to a road they had hoped would take them to their destination. It would have felt like a light going off suddenly, deserting one in darkness, when one had hopefully followed the guiding light in the hope that it would perhaps lead them to their destination.
Maybe I am over-reacting, but I could not help feeling a mixture of anger, disgust and pity for the perverted attitude that led to such an action. My heart goes out to the child and his family.