A 6-year Phoenix Police officer and Iraq war veteran was recently killed in a hit-and-run in the middle of the city of Phoenix, AZ, leaving behind a wife and child.
I read this story during my layover in the Nashville airport, waiting for our plane to Ft. Lauderdale, where my wife and I and six friends will cast off with Royal Caribbean for five days. I found myself wanting to do something, call somebody… flex some sort of spiritual muscle to provide aid for the families in pain.
But the mechanism was not there. I was not in a position to do anything, and didn’t have the resources or the time. (Ever felt that way before?)