I just read an article in Mother Jones describing how due to the severe droughts in India some 200,000 farmers have killed themselves since 1997. The tidbit focuses mainly on the farmer's widows who after they are gone, spend many days and nights worried for their children, and fending off scam artists who claim their former husbands owed them a debt. I try like most Americans not to dwell on things like this, but it's hard not to see a face in despair and walk away, like so many people I have passed by asking strangers for a small piece of their mercy.
It is such a paradoxical world we live in, one which crushes us with all it's might but in turn provides natural cushions to absorb its blows.
Here's hoping for a few moments of peace.