I'll admit it, I cried when Challenger exploded in 1986, but in my defense I was in sixth grade at the time and convinced I was going to be an astronaut. Beyond that I like to think that the news doesn't get under my skin. But admittedly, the recent news cycle has had me in a funk.
Russia in Ukraine, ISIS beheading children, genocide in Syria, Israel vs. Palestine, unarmed teenagers shot and killed in Missouri, Ebola in West Africa, children fleeing violence in Central America... and talk of sending them back? Two friends diagnosed with cancer, one terminal, and finally suicide, depression and Robin Williams.
After two hours in commuter traffic listening to all that, I was in a dark mood.
I thumbed on my iPhone to check email before work and the background image of my daughter silhouetted against a California sunset grabbed me.