In the week I heard that someone I knew had been stabbed to death - possibly in a burgalry that went wrong. It certainly makes you think. I last saw her a few weeks ago and she was optimistic about the future, but now she's dead.
Major events like this put the rest of our worries into perspective. My mum always used to say "Well, think of the starving children in Biafra" or something similar when I was moaning. I was very impatient with that sort of sentiment then, but over the last few years I've begun to feel that there is some sense in that sort of remark. I have the precious gift of life and health - Jean doesn't.
