Urban Drool

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061207/ap_on_re_us/missing_f...

I’m sitting at my desk at work. I’m looking out the window at the golf course behind our building – watching as the snow keeps falling and falling. I’m eating a hot fresh bagel and just started a fresh pot of coffee in the lunchroom.

I feel like I am the luckiest girl in the world. Today, I am safe and warm. Today, my husband and my baby are safe and warm. And my heart is breaking for a woman thousands of miles away – a woman whose husband was not safe or warm, but made the ultimate sacrifice in the hope that she and their babies would be.

I feel like I have so much to say about the story of James Kim and his family, but simple words fail me. When I went home last night I spoke briefly about it with the Boy.

“Would you have gone to try and find help? Would you have left?”

“Yes.”

Answered without hesitation. He even looked a little surprised that I asked the question. What else is a man, a father, to do?

This story hit me so close. A young, resourceful, dark haired man. A young father. Named James.

My own Boy, my own young, dark haired James is safe and warm today. I left him and our baby girl tucked into our bed at home with the TV and the heaters going and the snow falling gently outside the bedroom windows.

Thank you for your sacrifice James Kim. I hope against hope that you somehow knew or at least know now that your family, your girls, are safe and warm.