RIP Marc Diab
I found out yesterday that a man I went to high school with, Marc Diab, was killed two days ago in Afghanistan. It shocked me; it makes everything hit closer to home, even though I wasn’t good friends with him and haven’t seen him since high school. But I remember him, I knew him, and that’s what makes it so tragic, for me. This is something that I deal with everyday, in what I’m studying. When I read about atrocities and deaths around the world, both now and in the past, I do feel sad. I do feel upset, especially if there is a personal story attached, but it is much easier to move on after. To feel sad, or acknowledge that something horrible has happened, and then move on. But when it is someone you’ve known, personally, it makes everything so much more real. It makes me realize that every single person I’ve read about was a person, not just a statistic or a story. I always know this rationally, but there’s a difference between knowing it and feeling it. When it strikes close to home, it makes that all the more clear.