Two days ago, a family from Texas suffered a horrific tragedy when a long-planned trip to Disney World ended in a fatal car crash in Louisiana. Five members died — two parents and three of their children.

Said the mother’s stepbrother:

“En route, God had other plans as five members of our family are now enjoying an even happier place.”

The day I read the story, I came across another one, from Puerto Rico, that also involved the violent death of multiple members of a family. A 13-year-old boy’s father, mother, grandmother, and older brother were ruthlessly shot in the head during a home invasion. The 13-year-old, pleading for mercy, was stabbed in the neck and left for dead, but he survived.

Said a police spokesman:

“It was a miracle from God that he is alive.”

I’m rarely tongue-tied, but nothing that flows out of my keyboard today quite encapsulates the strange mix of sorrow, vexation, and exasperation that’s come over me after reading these articles.

Help me out?

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