“A lot can happen to a person in a night. In the age of the social network, it can even happen when you’re sleeping. While you’re rosy cheeked and dreaming about Ryan Gosling rescuing you from a flash flood (you do have that dream, right?), a torrential dialogue can play itself out in a comment thread on a post about Jesus and tax law. Or maybe, like me, you awake to discover that during the night, a friend request has been accepted by someone from your past. It’s nothing to blink at; it happens all the time. But…I’m stalling. I’m stalling because I’m terrified that I shouldn’t write what I want to write, that somebody will be hurt or offended or express that I have, once again, breached the boundaries of good taste and common sense. Or maybe I’m just nervous because tragic stories make people uncomfortable, especially the kinds that involve near death, physical disfigurement and a brutal occupation that masquerades as a war. All I know is that when I woke up this morning…”
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