A little something I heard on the news last night...
Perhaps you know that when a plane ran off the end of a runway in Chicago last week it plowed into a passing car, killing a six year old boy. Just moments before, he, his parents, and two younger brothers had been driving to visit his grandparents, singing Christmas carols as they went.
The Woods family buried their oldest child, Joshua, yesterday. In his hand he held a cross and a quarter.
The quarter had been pressed into Joshua's palm by his four year old brother, Jacob. He wanted to make sure his brother had money so he could buy a gumball when he got to heaven.
...and that's when I lost it. I don't really have anything to say here other than if that doesn't break your heart, you don't have a heart to break.