By now, everyone has probably heard about the atrocities that occurred today in London. This afternoon, I walked into the hotel that the family I’m staying with manages — we have lunch here every day. When I came in, the grandpa of the family — “Nonno” — walked up to me, and said, “Jill, come.” We walked to the lobby, where the TV was turned to CNN, and we watched footage of a destroyed bus and terrified people. When a visibly shaken Tony Blair came on the screen, Nonno, in slow, broken English said, “He talks to the people… the families…” and I turned around to see this always-smiling, always-proud Sardinian man crying, without shame, in the lobby of his hotel.
If you pray, say one for the people in London today. If you don’t pray, send them your best wishes. To Mike and every other Londoner, you are in my prayers and my thoughts.
I would like to write more, but I don’t have the words.