This is particularly poignant in light of the Fritzl story. Scott’s post on it is still breaking my heart.

I’ve been wanting to write about that story, but every time I sit down and start reading about it, my brain just recoils.

I can’t get my mind around it. Any story of kids being abused does that to me, I guess because I know how vulnerable my own kids are, and how much they rely on us to care for them, protect them, and of course love them.

As for the man who did all of this. I don’t know what to do with him. Thinking about it too much brings me perilously close to abandoning most of my values.

He should never see the light of day, or so much as see a human face, hear a human voice of feel a human touch again. It won’t begin to make right what he’s done. But that’s as far as my brain will go.

Hug him tight.