A little girl lies dead on the ground, her thin body stretched out in the dirt. I see her on the 6o'clock news, and wonder what her name was, and what she was thinking right before it happened, and was she scared, and did it hurt? Her father is hunched over her, too stunned to cry. Grieving not just for his little girl, but for 160 000 souls and more. He wipes the dirt from her face. I cry.
At times like these, words fail me. I wish I could be eloquent and significant, but all I can do in an attempt to join the millions of mourning voices is offer this, a moment of silence in honour of the recent tsunami victims, and for all those who are dying needless deaths around the world each day.