The better of circumstance

Of all the places my parents could have been on the 7th July, they just happened to be travelling on the underground in London that morning. It took me nearly a whole day to get hold of them, a fairly excruciating experience having to wait for so long, not knowing anything. The weird thing is that they seemed a lot more chilled out about the whole situation than I was, thousands of kilometres away in NZ...

Usually such an incident would just cause me to delve further into researching and ranting about issues relating to Islamofacism, global geopolitics, and military industrial hegemony. But as soon as I heard the news, I immediately knew the potential for my family to be caught up in the incident, and none of those things meant anything or mattered anymore. Funny how that happens.