My Hobby Isn’t Worth a Single Life.
I was at the gym the other night and this notion popped into my head. I was on a cardio machine and the numerous TVs around the space were covering the recent shooting at a high school in CO. It was incredibly sad to watch, whether it was teens rallying around a wounded classmate, or the sad statement from the devastated parents of the shooter. How do you reconcile the grief of loosing your child, against the evil he committed against others? I can’t even begin to imagine their pain.
This was the thought as it popped into my head. I captured it on my iphone so I wouldn’t lose it.
“If someone said kindles were directly responsible for thousands of deaths a year. I’d smash it on the ground and go back to reading paper books. I wouldn’t shift blame. I wouldn’t posture about how it was the authors that were responsible or the readers. I wouldn’t propose half measures like making kindles softer or capable of loading fewer books. I’d smash it and never look back and be thankful so many lives were spared.”