Monday, June 25, 2007
I just found out that the blogger NYC Watchdog lost his five-year-old son to a swimming accident recently.
This is real life. Real loss.
It's so easy to get caught up in the surreal life of the internet. To keep everything and everyone at digital distance. To view people as nothing more than words on a screen.
It's easy to tease. To ridicule. To taunt. To offend. To push. To troll. To scream. To threaten.
It's easy to not give a shit.
Ironically, last year I got caught up in a "blog war" that started with a conversation about pit bulls and ended up traveling from blog to blog, commenter to commenter, insult to insult. NYC Watchdog was one of those who was pulled into the whole mess. He was just another grouping of words on a screen, just like everyone else.
Suddenly, he's a father being ripped apart from the inside by losing what was most important in his life. He lost his child. His son. His best friend.
I can't even begin to imagine what he's going through. But I do know that right now, I don't want to be at work. I want to be at home with my kids.
There's a fund that's been set up to help NYCWD. Click the icon above (in my sidebar as well) for details.