How often do all of us drive past something every day until we barely register that it's there? If I'm pumping gas or running to the convenience store at 1:00 or 2:00 AM in my own or a very familiar neighborhood, I'm probably not paying much attention to details unrelated to the task at hand. Keys, phone, credit card, doors locked, is there a deer in the trees at the edge of the road?.... Evil doers count on that, live by that. Familiarity can be the opposite of safety if the wrong person's watching.
I think about that a lot. Who's actually in this parking lot or the next aisle? I have a grown daughter and three granddaughters and it's scary how the risk increases with each generation.
At the time of the OKC bombing, I remember thinking 'did I ever cross paths with this monster? Brush by him on a street corner, breathe the same air in an elevator, handle the same coins?' Now I'm stuck with that thought. I can't have moved through the world for this many decades without glancing off one of these creatures.
I suppose, like a lot of us, I'm wondering how I can expect to escape life untouched by this sort of thing. And every time it's not my family I'm simultaneously relieved, terrified and guilt ridden.
I'm afraid for this girl. And for my girls.