Regular readers know that the only way I deal with stuff is through humor. I'm pretty transparent. If I can't laugh about something, it's possible that it will eat me alive. So I hoot and guffaw my way through the crazy stuff that happens because it is my one true coping mechanism. In other words, I'd rather laugh than cry.
However, there is one thing that I've been incredibly lucky to avoid and that's anything resembling a tragedy when it comes to my kids. No matter how much I joke and complain about them, I think you guys know that if something bad happened to any one of them, I would likely never recover. That would be the one thing that would finally push me over the precipice on which I shimmy and shake most of the time. To be honest with you, I don't even let myself think about the bad things that could happen to them.
Well, the other day, my friend Buelahman emailed me and asked if I'd post about a young couple who have gone missing. The young woman is the daughter of one of Beulahman's friends. How could I not want to help? Of course, I responded. Of course!
So please, my friends, click this link, look at those young faces, read the short narrative and pass it on. The more eyeballs that roll over the photo, the greater the chance that someone might recognize these young people.
For the record, were this one of my children, well, nevermind. I can't even wrap my mind around the horror of having a missing child. I just can't.
Do your part, whatever that is. Click the link, study the faces for a few seconds, pass it on if you can. As MathMan is always telling me - it's a numbers thing. In this case, more is better.
Thank you, people of the internets.
