When I got home this evening, my mother—who is recently undergoing chemotherapy treatment—startled me when she confessed that earlier, she just couldn’t keep herself from crying.   I thought, no, she’d been in such high spirits lately and had faced this recent ordeal with so much strength and positivity—I was fairly certain it had to be something else.  It certainly was. 


The reason for her tears was the heartbreaking news she just saw on TV—about an absolutely senseless and tragic death of a student nurse, who was gunned down by a robber—for a reason most dizzyingly unwarranted, irrational, and unpardonable—a cellular phone.  Continue reading