"I could hardly believe what I was hearing. The story had been set up in such a way as to allow the listener to derive the final conclusion long before the story had ended. And I had already concluded what the ending would be. Painfully aware of what was going to be revealed, I could so sympathize with the parents. Regret, remorse, a constant feeling of helplessness, and the haunting wonder whether I could have done something differently and avoided the tragedy. In May of 1997 I had been introduced to hell on earth as I watched my precious three-year-old die as a result of a massive brain tumor. With these memories fresh in my mind, in March of 2000 I was permanently assigned to hell on earth when my 12-year-old firstborn son was struck and killed by a car on the road in front of my parents' house. Now I relived my own tragedy in 2006, as I listened to this story on National Public Radio, a story worse than my own.
"The reporter wanted to give us a real idea of what the culture is like in Iraq. She had ventured into the Kurdish section to interview a man whose 15-year-old daughter, the age of my own daughter Tikvah, had been kidnapped by opposition forces. Americans were not the only people in harm's way . . . "
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