I hate to admit it, I really do, because I am generally a very happy, upbeat person. But some days even I don't feel like smiling.
I had one of those about a week and a half ago when I learned of a sweet little old lady who'd been mugged as she waited for the bus near my office at my day job.
Immediately, I was transported back in time several years to the mugging scenario of my paternal grandmother. In each case, the women were targeted because they were elderly. Their purses were stolen and the thieves got away with little more than some cash and, in the case of my Nonna, the Bible she'd brought over to America with her from Italy. She never did get it back.
The recent mugging victim lost her rosary beads.
In each case, the feisty gals were less concerned with their own bruises and wounds than catching their perpetrators. In fact, my Nonna actually chased after her attacker!
Brave ladies, both - undaunted by the disgusting cowards who'd ruthlessly hurt them.
And, just when I was feeling pretty down about the world into which I'd brought my child, it happened; the Aurora, Colo. movie massacre.
I couldn't help but weep for the many, many victims. What is going on? Was my little Nonna right in her declaration that the world has just become so wicked and horrid that the good Lord simply has had enough of our own inhumanity toward one another and that we are witnessing the beginning of the end of the world?
As I listened to details of the Colorado tragedy emerge, I thought of the many friends of mine who are either pregnant or have recently given birth to beautiful, innocent angels.
I know what they're thinking. They're wondering the same thing I did when, newly pregnant with Kyle, I watched in horror as the Columbine High School slaughter took place. It was the same sickening feeling my pal Liz experienced as she witnessed the 9/11 attacks unfold soon after discovering she was expecting her son.
That's the question on my mind as I process the unimaginable loss of life in Colorado and the savagery a little closer to home. Just, why?
And yet, in the midst of all the horror - hope.
Because the entire community in which that sweet little old lady lives responded to her mugging with unparalleled compassion and concern. Not only did police work diligently to catch her assailant (they got him!) but they also recovered her rosary. In fact, the hospital employees who treated her - ironically on her 84th birthday - tended to her as they would their own mother, gently caring for her physically and emotionally, buying her a birthday cake and even getting her a new rosary.
The calls inquiring about her health, the cards sent to cheer her, the prayers.
And, far away in Aurora - more hope as we learned all the stories of selfless heroism, saw the genuine outpouring of love and grief ... and heard the prayers.
Heck, even the presidential candidates respectfully (albeit temporarily) suspended campaigning. And, whether he's your guy or not, President Obama did do the right thing by going to Aurora and joining the fractured community in prayer.
And I'm certainly inspired by "The Dark Night Rises" star Christian Bale, who flew to Colorado to visit victims and hospital personnel. My Kyle really wants to see the new Batman movie - and so do I, especially now that I know Christian Bale must at least have some spiritual connection to his first name.
Will I be nervous to walk into a theater after what happened last week? You bet. But I was afraid to fly after 9/11 and still I did ... for one simple reason. I refuse to let evil prevail. Ever.
God bless and please keep praying, all. I know I will. And I know that each one is heard.
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist. She hopes you will all join her in her prayers for peace. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.